Domestic Work

19 Mar

It’s got to be done. Urgently

A heap of dirty laundry. Critical

A dirty floor. Too much

A pile of dirty dishes. Overwhelming

Domestic work as an emergency

The need to clean feels like saving a life


One sweep, one scrub at a time

Doing dishes a journey, one step at a time

Clouds of dirt. Murky water

Creating a mess in order to make it clean

Music pounds to the rhythm of a breaking back

Sweat pours when ushered in by the beating heart

Why is so little paid for such great labour?

It’s a great man who can do this daily


Pots gleaming like a broad smile

A shining floor wide with possibilities

Clean clothes flattering like free people

A sparkling stove, as an open invitation

Deep joy born of sweeping and scrubbing

Domestic relief resuscitating life back




Posted by on March 19, 2012 in Uncategorized


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6 responses to “Domestic Work

  1. btwamuyu

    March 19, 2012 at 9:47 am

    A tribute to those who clean!…and know the joy therein

  2. stevehallsbooks

    March 19, 2012 at 6:03 pm

    I’ve had those same feelings about work I have done in the past. Sometimes, the only sense of accomplishment comes from the fact that you know you did the best you could. That is more important that what you did.

  3. btwamuyu

    March 19, 2012 at 7:09 pm

    Thanks Steve – the best is all we can do

  4. Francina

    March 21, 2012 at 12:56 pm

    recognizable poem, and indeed when the work is done, you also enjoy the result of the working

    Ciao, Francina .


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