Free Verse · Love
The Quiet Work
Nobody hands out medals
for the quiet work —
the found shoe, the cooled fever,
the crust cut off the bread,
the light left on.
So let this be the medal:
everything I am
was carried first
in your two hands.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“The Quiet Work” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-quiet-work
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