A response to a response from TeriJo
Steel — the rod that keeps my back straight
When I am worn and weary.
Steel — the strength that gives me a mile
When an inch seems too far.
Steel — the waking up when restful hours
Were too few and oft interrupted.
Steel — the duller of pain when the aches
Are webbed on my bones and sewn in my joints.
Steel that forms pillows on my body
To cradle a child’s fevered head,
Steel that lengthens my arms
To envelope all who need hugging,
Steel that adds hours to a day
That should already be done,
Steel that turns my brain into a capturer of
Dates, dreams and destinies.
Steel — the hardness that makes me soft.