Hi there! A powerful little poem for you today. The title is the first line in this one. Love to you, C.A.
Bleach
soaks into fresh grout.
Bare-handed,
down on their knees,
Lucy and her sisters
Clean like mad.
The woman of the house
says, Please polish the bone
China, and she asks them
if she’s in the way.
It's seven at night.
Scrubbing, Lucy says, Señora,
my name is really Lucia.
The woman of the house
asks them if she’s in the way.
C.A. MacConnell
