Question

Write a short poem on dignity of labour.
P.S. no spam/wrong answers

Answer 1

The lady with the heavy legs

and varicose hose

laboured her way to reach the door

then tightly bend and push

through low letter-box

a clutch of coupons

selling things

at ten pence off

and five pence off

and two pence off

and a summer snowball competition.

Tight bending done

commercial mum

trudged heavy legs

back up the path

her second best coat

insulating weary perspiration.

Today her children

had not clutched that well loved garment

earlied to school

with sparse maternal ceremony

dust and dishes behind her

she left

to compromise the suburbs.