She might have blisters in her hand,
and bruises on her face,
besides that extraordinary smile.
It was what her mother did,
what her grandmother taught her,
And it is what she believes the most.

She wakes too early,
she sleeps too late,
she will iron his shirt
every morning,
cook food, dress the kids,
and clean the house during the day.
Some laundry and stuffs,
And always,
she will wait for him to return,
for dinner.

And yet,
Yet if you happen to ask her,
‘What her job is?’
Little shy and little embarassed,
she will say,
‘I don’t have a job!!!’