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Oh, How You Love Me

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.

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