Maid of Honor
It’s been mentioned frequently
Since the presidential debate
But in derogatory terms:
“Housekeeping”
Two days after our US arrival
With few words spoken in English
My mother proudly took the title:
Hotel “Maid”
Before the sun would rise
She was on a long bus ride
To clean up after the wealthy
Even President Kennedy
Her day was late in ending
For two other jobs awaited
But she always finished
Sharing our bed, telling stories
To duty and her children
She gave her best
And with it she set our path
To reach far beyond
My siblings and I are now successful
But she gave us no other option
Yet every fifty cent piece reminds me
Of the tips with which she fed us
Political slogans don’t detract
From the magical moments
Growing up as her son
I honor my mother the “MAID”