JENNIFER LE | CREATIVES
Every night, like clockwork,
boiling water
carefully bottled
and brought to my cold feet,
hiding under soft crisp blanket
Warmth running through my soles to soul
Never a night I am not devoted
For this reminder,
that you still love me
The words “I am proud of you” were rare
Sealed away for exceptional occasions.
I worked so hard
just for a taste of this modest pledge
Then I realised,
your love language was contrary
Rainbow platters of fruit brought into my room
sliced into petite identical shapes
Never missing a day.
Your consistency never failed,
You made sure I knew I was loved
The calluses on your parched hands
The sore of your legs, back, arms, feet, neck
The dust on your lifeless uniform
Its monotony evaporating your brilliant glow
Though, never a complaint
The sacrifice of your laborious body
For the fruits of your children
Good girls birthed into an affinity with studies
Wishful hope and yearning
that at least we
will breathe an easy life
in promising Australia.