Friday, December 07, 2007

The Grandmothers Prayer

Take care of your servant
your floor cleaning servant,

the world is grinding -
grinding me down
polishing your child
sand on the shore

I cry and no one hears
I always was I always am
in town and
nobody knows me
and nobody cares

I am being ground down
the baptist linoleum
the ritz linen
the old pasadena ceramic tub

a young washer woman, your servant,
listening, and praying
watch over
my babes.

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