I love this room, she thinks out loud,
it is the nicest in this house.
The floors are swept, the dusting done,
she pauses to adjust her blouse.
Curtains she had washed earlier,
dried soon in the African sun.
Hung back now with help from the boy
and that was one job done.
Fluttering about in mid-day breeze,
the windows framed in lace.
She adjusts the mirror on the wall
and smiles happily at her face.
I love this room, she thinks again,
in the prettiest house in town.
How lucky I am by God’s kind Grace,
to be able to clean around.
Meddum is nice, she never shouts,
even helps with all the housework.
And I’ve never seen a boss so kind
he’s just given me a perk.
So, on my knees I go, down to the floor
to scrub and polish and shine,
And some day God, in my next life
may a house like this be mine.