The Servant Girl and the Nintendo

Dadi, Dadu, Mama, Papa, my little brother, and I,

We pile into the taxi, bringing the maid with us.

She's just my age, skin much darker,

And she's never seen a Nintendo.

It brightens up her face,

Makes her mouth form a genuine smile,

Not that smile she gives when talking to Dadi.

We try to take turns playing, but

She can’t seem to bear the thought of letting go of that Nintendo.

Reviews

[Cyndy Robinson]

As usual, I chose to see something different here. Rather than the possession of a Nintendo, I am seeing that as symbolic to a way of life, and also a way to escape a dreariness to hers. Well done.

[stargirl23]

I love the takeaway you got from the poem! Thank you!

[Solar]

'She can’t seem to bear the thought of letting go of that Nintendo'

rich and poor alike are possessed by their possesions.

[stargirl23]

Thank you for your thoughts, and that is very true.

[alifeacoustic]

To see the world with new eyes and express such joy at something so many take for granted, is beautiful. You painted the picture of her delight and joy superbly and overall, portrayed so much within such a short piece. You really bring the piece to life with your enthusiasm, or is it her enthusiasm that is so infectious? Great job.

[stargirl23]

Thank you so much for your thoughts and I'm glad you enjoyed it :)