Domestica

The housekeeper lady
whose fatherless son can’t read
cleans the room
slipping quietly in and out
making beds, changing sheets,
placing breakfast trays outside the door.

Guests who casino in the morning
spa in the afternoon
cocktail by the pool
club through the night
find the bed always made
until turned down
when as if by magic
chocolates appear.

As the shadows lengthen
housekeeper lady rides the bus
for invisible women
to invisible places
picks up fried chicken with rice
hopes her son will come home soon
dreams of her father
and flowers in the gardens of Mexico.

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photo: fortworthclubevents.com

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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6 Responses to Domestica

  1. beetleypete says:

    I feel like I have read this before. Either way, it was just as good the second (or first) time.
    Your words get into the very soul of the exploited immigrant worker.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. toritto says:

    Pete – It was up about 18 months ago so yes, you read it before. With our new President seems like a good time to resurrect some of these earlier works especially while my foot is still in a cast and I’m working to get better. Best.

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  3. Lara/Trace says:

    I was thinking this morning about all the people who clean Trump’s properties and hotels. They’d have stories to tell… your post is wonderful!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Beautiful, Toritto. Especially loved the following lines:
    ~ As the shadows lengthen / housekeeper lady rides the bus / for invisible women / to invisible places

    Thank you for giving a human face to one group of Mexican workers – demonized by our new president – who contribute towards our local economies.

    Enjoyed your musical choice. Powerful voice.

    Liked by 1 person

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