She goes to the Manor before the sunrise
clean the entire house and picks the fallen leaves
in the vast lands.
She brings leftovers for her kittens in the dusk.
A solitary life she pass and never seen a kind lover.
Only the milkman and postman smile with her
but very seldom.
She never gets a leisure time but do knitting sometimes.
Her routine is working from morn till night.
She stuck in the Manor
and her fate destined to be a spinster?
One day she found a strange letter in her pigeon-hole
from her widower Landlord.
It's an invitation to join his childless life.
Afterwards she said good-bye to the Manor
as she felt morning sickness?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/charwoman-s-morning-star/
