Olga Ivanova
OLGA IVANOVA
Each day when I get to the office for a coffee fix,
A minor underling, an immigrant office-cleaner,
Olga Ivanova, greets me. She’s been at work since six
And off her floor you could eat your dinner.
Her bus takes an hour after a rain-soaked queue,
Leaving three small kids - abandoned by spouse -
In a cheap rented apartment near the zoo,
Where she looks after his sick mum too - that louse.
Tidies the reception area of the whole department;
Specially keeps office-copy of the daily paper for me;
Always says good evening, smiles acknowledgement
And hands it to me as I leave at five - oh - three.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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