Tired...
My eyes burn,
My lungs ache...
The sun wakes me
Through the
Windows.
Dress myself
Wash my face,
It's time to endure
Another day...
Another rush
At the restaurant,
Put on a smile,
And pretend it's
Okay...
But I can't do this
For much longer,
My longest day
Is Sunday...
I work weekends at my grandmother's restaurant in Houston. She's 71, and puts on a brave face at work, but when she gets home, she needs her cane to walk... so I put on my best smile, help the customers, wash the dishes and say "Can I get that for you, sir?" "Is there anything I can do to help?" But when I get home, all I want to do is collapse onto my couch with my 14 year old Labrador...