THE MAID

[notice noticeType=”approved” ]Launching out at the crack of dawn, Braving the cold through the compound, Drying the mist on her clothes as she goes, Shivering along this is the maid. Jobless husband and child to keep, Off to sweep another lady’s yard, Fellow maids greet with no gay, This is the maid who weeps, who cooks. Lady of the house rises at noon Ordering around without a care Sweep here, sweep there, she says to The maid who sweeps, who cooks. Some chores are hard, others not, Life gives portion…

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