The bench outside the ICU

She got her cleaning job this year.
Her husband used to have the job.
He passed away at thirty four.

Her girl will join her soon, she says.
She’s turning eighteen late this month.
She had her early. Not with him.

The girl is lettered. English too.
The first at home to finish school.
She’ll join the nursing class in June.

His death has done a lot of good.
Insurance, rations, government aid.
It’s double income, half expense.

No longer stuck in kitchen chores.
A lady with a government job.
No contract either. Permanent.

She’s come in today’s papers too.
They clicked her with the ladies staff.
Something about some Women’s Day.

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