All That She Does
I LOOKED AT HER HANDS/
THEY WERE WITHERED AND DRY/
FROM PEELING THEM ONIONS/
AND DABBING HER EYES/
FROM PEELING POTATOES/
AND FRYING THOSE EGGS/
AND CLIMBING THE STAIRS/
ON HER SORE WEARY LEGS/
FROM WALKING FOR MILES/
IN THE RAIN AND THE ICE/
WHEN THERE'S A CAR OUTSIDE/
THAT COULD GIVE HER A RIDE/
THE TEA THAT SHE MAKES/
SHE NEVER GET'S TO DRINK/
NO TIME FOR HER/
NO TIME TO THINK/
FROM SCRUBBING THOSE FLOORS/
SHE HAS THOSE SORES/
ALL OVER HER KNEES/
BUT YOU DON'T EVEN SEE/
IRONING YOUR CLOTHES/
AND MOPPING YOUR BROW/
WHEN YOU ARE SOOOOOO ILL/
IS SHE REALLY A COW?/
'DO THIS, DO THAT'/
'MAKE SURE THAT I'M FED'/
HANG ON A MINUTE, SHOULD SHE STAND ON HER HEAD??????
NOT BEING FUNNY/
BUT SHE'S NOT HERE TO BE/
A SERVANT TO YOU/
WORKING FOR FREE/
JUST WANT YOU TO THINK/
COS LIKE I JUST SAID/
SHE'S NOT A SERVANT/
WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE'S DEAD?????????????
Copyright © Lisa Cole | Year Posted 2011
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