She is a maid She takes care of household Is she a daughter? No, don't be archaic She is a domestic help She is someone else's daughter Poverty made her depart From her parents so far away Supporting her and her parents' life She prepares and serves food Cleans utensils and the floors Washes and irons clothes She is paid for all these What's the great deal? Have millions of dollars in coffers Physical service your own won't offer They can send you more dollars Physical love and care They don't have time Who says God doesn't do miracles Isn't it a miracle? He bestowed millions with poverty So that they care for you and serve you Maid is one of them Someone else's daughter Can you imagine your own daughter in her position? Prickling chill goes down the spine! Treat your maid like your daughter She is someone's daughter Far away from her parents Love and care for her She would serve you better and better!
I have visited the land of over the moon happy Where my tears created silent rivers Being an ethnic woman The exotic figure of many dreams Feels like popping the champagne And having to clean up the mess afterwards I am both the star and the maid at the same time
Polly watches the sun rise into the room. She lies beside George in his bed. It was the only way to calm him down last night. He thought he saw snipers in the trees over the way. He sleeps still.
Eyes shut and eyelids like smooth shells. She didn't think he would be able to perform but he did. As if nothing much had changed.
But he was not the same. The War has blunted his sense of humour. Twice in the night. At one time he shook the bed with the nerves going off. She lies still gazing at him there.
The thin dark moustache. The lips still. What if he had died? Shell shock is a kind of death she muses.
Where to go from here? He thinks she's his wife and not the maid he used to bed while on leave.
His parents are not happy about her being with him most of the time. But she alone can calm him if he loses his nerve and shouts and screams and shakes.
She is supposed to sleep next door in the adjoining room but he wanted her in his bed. It had been nearly a year since he last made love to her before he went back to the trenches and the Front. She can sense him close to her.
She wants him inside her again and again. She had best get up in case someone comes along and sees her in his bed. She rises up and goes to the adjoining room to wash and dress and brush her hair which is in a mess.