The Help

She wasn't perfect
But her offering was enough.
Early she rose to start her day
Dusting,wiping, washing, drying.
Some dust would not be discovered
Some stains would stick through,
Some dirt would be left untouched
Some colors would be bleached
Some glasses and plates broken
Some food burnt, some milk spilled.
Our help,
She wasn't perfect
But her offering was enough.

She wasn't perfect
But her help was enough
Feeding and changing the boy
Though too often this happened
When the gate creaked to be opened
Befriending the playful soul
Though too often he was ignored
When he acted too much his age
Managing the household during the day
Though too often the house became her paradise
Where all she did was indulge in a retreat
Our help,
She wasn't perfect
But her help was enough.

And now she is gone
Though that's not enough,
She just left abruptly
Like it's nothing she was doing
For us to continue uninterrupted
And though the heart skipped a beat
Generating a new rhythm,
The song of life transposes
All I can is learn the new music
And catch up with the melody.
For our help
Though now gone
Life goes on as well.