Migrant Care-Giver's Sorrow. Poem by U Win Kyi

Leaving behind her husband, son and daughter,
she came to a country much richer,
to earn a salary much fatter,
by working in a nursing home as a care giver.

She has to change the stool-soiled diapers.
to wash the clothes wet with saliva,
to work night shift according to duty roster,
almost draining out her youthful stamina.

Her sleep rhythm goes into disarray.
Sleeping like an owl all day.
Working all night makes her eyes sleepy.
Long working hours makes her legs weary.
Prolonged soaking of hands in water makes them itchy.
Home-sickness makes her heart so lonely.

She makes oversea phone call weekly.
Hearing her kid's voice fills her new energy.
Hearing her husband voice makes her unhappy.
He always asks for money
saying to buy some necessity.
full of lies without honesty.
He himself is lazy
but likes to drink whisky
and visit brothel house regularly.

She is such a pity
when she knows the saving is empty.