DUNNE'S LOVE.

A MAID AND HER LOVE FOR HER MISTRESS IN 1920S.

Dora Dunne the maid enters
Miss Hazel’s room closes the
Door looks around the walls

And sniffs the air the staleness
Of sleep and scent still there so
She opens wide a window lets

In the morning breeze Miss Hazel
Is out and the room is silent as
She goes to make the bed pulling

Up the lower sheet pumping up
The pillows and she picks off a
Strand of hair and twiddles it

Between fingers and brings it
Up to her eyes then brings it to
Her lips and kisses it and then

Places it into her apron pocket
For safe keeping to put amongst
Her collection of bits and pieces

Tucked in her small chest of
Drawers she pulls up the top
Sheet, blankets, and eiderdown

And smoothes them down with
Her hands then stands back looking
Down at the bed and despite Miss

Hazel’s constant nagging and
Moaning and coldish stares she
Still feels oddly happier when

She’s there than when she isn’t
And when she helps her dress in
The mornings as she had that cold

Morning she feels the urge to put
Her arms about her waist and kiss
Her neck and it is only by a strong

Will to resist that she doesn’t and
Even now going to the window and
Peering out at the fields and trees

She knows she loves and will do
Whatever she can to keep her place
And love obey and hope to please.

Reviews

[just rose.]

I like your servant series, whether you intended it to be or not - the way that you get in the minds of those who serve their betters. Just lovely.