The Unsung

The Unsung The bus home stopped at a fish factory, women entered they had been working overtime and the smell of their work was overpowering and I said nothing because this was way my mother was reeked when I was a child. The women were noisy as to demonstrating they right to be here which they had. Low paid and no proper place to have a shower they had to carry the small of a labour for a week. And I understand them well I was fifteen before knowing how a shower worked. Yet they are the people that keep our coastal town alive., but in the town’s square there is a statue of the man who started, and not a word about the women who made his dream come true, mother’s meagre income sending him to college.