to my mother-in-law
Look at her hands
raw, knobbly and calloused.
Look at her face
Like a bean skin soaked in brine.
For countless years she has toiled
to wash her master's clothes
Soiled by a lord's luxuries.
In frost-freckled mornings,
In sun-scorched afternoons,
She has drudged murmurless.
One day she fell and fainted
With weariness.
Her mouth a foaming spout
Gushing a gibberish.
'Good Lord! Dear Lord!' she shouted
'Why am I so tormented?
How long have I lamented?
Tell me Lord, tell me O Lord,'
'My child! Dear child', she heard,
'Suffer for those who live in gilded sin,
Toil for those who swim in a bowl of pink gin.'
"Thank you Lord! Thank you Lord.
Never again will I ask
Why must I carry this task.
Analysis of the poem the washer woman's prayer by Oswald
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