This poem is dedicated to Laurel, Hardy, Tim and to the beautiful woman caring for them so tenderly on the recent video. Many thanks to all who will now give them a new life at the Sanctuary. I will think of these two donkeys and pony as the Three Fates, now being woven into a beautiful life tapestry at the Sanctuary.

With the Work of Her Hands

With the work of her hands
She removes the past
Each dark memory
Laid to rest at last.
Slow and steady she weaves
A new life with blue skies
I could see love and thanks
Written in your eyes.
She holds you near
With those hands of care
Whispering encouragement
As she scratches you...just there.
You three were left
To a terrible fate
Until the Sanctuary came
There was only death at the gate.
But then the door opened
To day not to night
And you felt love
Through each fingertip
Setting things right.