Domestica - Poem #2

The housekeeper lady
whose fatherless son can’t read
cleans the room
slipping quietly in and out
making beds, changing sheets,
placing breakfast trays outside the door.

Guests who casino in the morning
spa in the afternoon
cocktail by the pool
club through the night
find the bed always made
until turned down
when as if by magic
chocolates appear.

As the shadows lengthen
housekeeper lady rides the bus
for invisible women
to invisible places
picks up fried chicken with rice
hopes her son will come home soon
dreams of her father
and flowers in the gardens of Mexico.

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Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A very moving portrait of one whose life seems to be soul stomping drudgery day after day. She has a job that most people won't take, but which she apparently takes care in doing well. The impression is that she is supporting a son. She dreams of happier times in Mexico. I don't know if this is a comment on our current immigrations problems, but it does succeed in putting a face on quiet desperation. Well done.

[toritto]

This piece was written about five or six years ago and posted elsewhere; I though it might be time to post it again. Thanks for the kind words.Regards from Florida.