Job Well Done

There was one person sitting
In the China One.
She was about three,
Her day done
As she slept about as hard as
Anyone could
With a table as a pillow.

An old man came out of the kitchen,
His limp and slouch honed
With many years over a wok.
He smiled my way
And took in the scene of the little girl,
Maybe she was his granddaughter.
Quietly, he began moving chairs,
Building a crib around her
In case she stirred too quickly.

The old man turned,
Smiling again as he
Dragged himself back to work
After a job well done.

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