She dusted and wiped surfaces
Carefully placing things in place
Folding hers, his and the little ones clothes
Keeping them where they belonged
An order only she understood
The mess created over a period of a week?
Or a few minutes by her little girl?
Why does it take hours and hours to clean?
Let the role-play begin
She was the maid for the day
Sweat dripping down her spine
Her housecoat was wet, but her eyes.
They were determined to see this through
Saturday was the only day she got
Sunday…Aah…She’d doll up & be a diva
When it was all done
There was contentment on her face
She sat down to paint her nails
Red, she thought
Should be the color of the day
Rising early the next day
She oiled her hair, scrubbed her down
A bit of kajal, a dab of lipstick
Freshly pressed clothes
Feeling good about the way she turned out
For next Saturday, yet again
She’ll wake up being the maid
Dusting, wiping surfaces
Folding clothes in a manner
Only she could explain
- Bavani Srinu Panicker