YET SHE STILL WAITS

She walks out with her crying baby. Shuts the door

quietly not to awake her tired husband.

Raising her blouse to breast-feed her crying baby,

she noticed she couldn't feel her palms.

Hurting blisters from the previous night in a bid to

have dinner set for her husband.

Tears flowed down her cheeks freely in sad memories

few hours back. She tries to wipe her tears but for her

swollen face from the blows of her drunken husband.

Backing her fast sleeping baby, it was few hours to dawn.

While boiling water for her husband to take his bath,

breakfast was packed, clothing well ironed and shoes

reflecting the halo from the candle flames.

Not a single word of appreciation nor a response to her goodbye.

Weeks, months, years... Yet she still stays