From a small village,
So was she.
Where calloused hands are normal,
For her too.
A place that a man
Can build a home on the
Back of his shoulders.
A place that a woman
Can be one, and
Still be respected for her
Feminine virtues.

We travelled, we seen.
We returned and settled down.
Through the burden of our
Birth we washed it all away
With baptism, marriage and children.

This little place within my heart,
The place that we both made our start.
From it we will never be apart,
Apart from this life when we depart.

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