My road to work traverses it every day
A sweet home housed under a tree at its bend
Aromatic waft greets from her stove of clay
Under the leafy roof, her hands deftly mend
Her boy’s only shirt that he wears to his school
A stray enters, wags tail, sits beside her stool
She pets him, her loving gaze optimistic
Life smiles on the pathway, so surrealistic!
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