Polished Floors Poem by Elianet Rojas

Polished Floors



Cleaning floors all day,
To come home and help with my homework
What did I do to deserve you?
What did we do to deserve this?

I want to help, but you won't let me
Work somewhere, work somehow
Bring something to the table
Help you, help me

But all you say is that.
'If you have time to pick up the mop, then you have the time to pick up a book.'

Sunday, March 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: helplessness,housekeeping,immigration,mother and child ,work
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