Second Hand Poem by Karin Elizabeth Martin

You came to me when I was young
alive and brave and free
you made your place upon my hearth
and regrouted everything
I watched in awe as you worked
so glad to be with one
who cared about my needless plight
and bought my way to new
I worked you slaved
we made this home
where each night we laid
our weary heads
We got and gave and fixed
and raised our seedlings
into young
who fought and cried and
made us tired
more so than all we'd done
Our skin grew old
our hands did bleed
our hearts we left alone
As we aged we fell apart
but that could not be won
Now you leave
and I am here still
wondering which end
of this silly tool
you bought for me
will keep me warm in bed