Poetry: The washerwoman’s prayer.

Always been fascinated by poetry, something i love from my growing up. Never mind, doing some home chores in my little library i found a poem that i love to read by Oswald Mtshali which is titled: The washerwoman’s prayer.

I love the rhymes, it’s very inspire, the comparison or i should say the similarities, and i hope poem lovers would like it.

Look at her hands,
Raw, knobbly and calloused
Look at her face
Like a bean seed soaked in brine

For countless years, she has toiled
To wash her Master’s clothes
Spiked by a Lord’s luxuried

In frost-freckled mornings
In sun-scorched afternoons.
She had drifted murmurless.

One day she fell and fainted
With weariness.
Cushing a gibberish.

Good Lord! Dear Lord! She shouted
Why am I so tormented?
How long have I lamented?
Tell me Lord, tell me O Lord.

My child! Dear Child, she heard
Suffer for those who swim in a bowl of pink gin

Thank you Lord, Thank you Lord.
Never again will I ask
Why I must carry this task.
Oswald Mtshali

Published by anayoandersonsblog.com

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