A meager salary
Is all she received
For dusting, for scrubbing
And keeping things clean.
A scrub brush, a vacuum
Her tools of the trade
She dressed all in white
They called her, “The Maid”.
She carried a tote bag
Filled with old rags
She cleaned out their toilets
Their closets and bags.
She organized books, pencils and pens
Scrubbing the floors, the walls in the den
She did all the dishes, the pots and the spoons
Prepared lunch for two, everyday before noon.
Croissants and crumpets, two cups of tea
She served them their snack, precisely at three.
She rarely spoke, and was never heard
She kept to herself, never uttered a word.
At the end of the day, she headed for home
She lived by herself, she was always alone.
With Christmas approaching, she baked everyday
Wrapped all of their presents, for their holiday.
On Christmas Day, she served them smoked turkey
Stuffing, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy
While they opened their gifts , she cleaned up the kitchen
No one thought of her, not once was she mentioned.
Maybe she might, want to sit for awhile
Stop what she’s doing, before cleaning the tiles
Share just a bit of holiday cheer
With the people she cared for… each day through the year.
But no presents for her, no Christmas blessings
Just more of the same, she cleaned up their messes.
No Christmas bonus, no extra fare
Nothing was done, to show that they cared.
A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY …reblog 12/15/17
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