Maid

After a decade Of housekeeping When housework Seemed like Clock-work Never-ending The more you Clean The more It piles up For Another Clean… I finally have a Maid Who helps me Every week. A luxury I couldn't Afford In the past Years As the Cost of Living In the UK Is so high. Now, That she Takes care Of my Home And I Pay her Well - For all the Cleaning… I should Feel happy, Shouldn't I? I have more Time… For myself And my Family. But why Do I Feel so Guilty? The Work I didn't Like doing She does it All for the Money She needs To feed Her family Of four Children. The mother In me Doesn't Quite Relish Seeing This - Another Mother Work So hard And do Odd jobs Such as Cleaning People's Toilets And baths. We find it So uneasy To clean Our own. Money Makes A slave of you You like it Or not, To feed Four Hungry Bellies, You have to Clean Other people's Homes. The Question Remains: Should I be Feeling Happy About Giving her Employment And giving Myself Some respite From the Daily Drudgery Of house-keeping? Or should I be Feeling uneasy About the fact That she's also A woman like me A mother like me A human like me Yet she works So hard for Money… The kind of jobs I would abhor To do… She does it With a smile To keep her Employers Happy… As she knows If she Loses her Job, her Children Will be so Unhappy. (Poem themed on Dilemma)