The Maid Had a Tale

By Manmohan Kaur

The maid who was late, had made her own tale.

Tale of woes and pain in her toes

Time was fixed for her to come, every morning before ten.

We showed her our little Ben, little did we know she clogged little Ben,

made it slow by minutes ten.

Once a week was her day off, 

but whenever the need was more, she would just ignore

She never called a day before, only after ten she did inform

Another sink full of dishes to be done,

Why didn’t the maid come, looking for answers, rolling up my sleeves I took over

I didn’t wake my daughter, nor can her mother wake up ever again 

It has been almost months nine, when she bid us all final goodbyes 

Each day we move along, the story of pain is long but life moves on

With each day, with few smiles, with few hidden tears, we add some cheer.

A new day has begun and the maid has come,

We don’t complain much, she works for us

What lies beyond her woes we don’t know

May be her pain is deeper

May be her wounds are hidden

Pain and grief can never be shared

Rich or poor no one is spared

Yes, the maid who was late had her own tale.

By Manmohan Kaur