Work Like This
by Theresa Allen
my grandmother served you filet mignon
my mother rang up your gin
my sister washed your dirty sheets
Rising early in the darkness
she served bacon and eggs to her husband
wiped rice cereal and milk from the baby’s face
pushed angry teenagers out the door to school
wearing her yellow uniform
white apron and sensible shoes
name embroidered on her chest
so you wouldn’t forget it
or she stuffed envelopes for pennies while her toddler slept
mended shirts, raised hems, tailored suits in the evenings
shilled Tupperware to friends or Avon in the work cafeteria
these women invented the side hustle
and each night, she nearly passed out
from the physical exhaustion of work
unable to dig out from
the landlord’s rent or
the vig she owed the bookie
Work like this casts a long shadow,
and I still see
my grandmother soldering your motherboard
my mother giving you a ride to the airport
my sister selling you cheap perfume
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A native of New England, Theresa Allen’s fiction is steeped in the rich literary and cultural history of the region. For more than 25 years, she was a writer in the nonprofit sector and taught writing and literature at the University of New Hampshire and Rivier University. Theresa and her husband, David, have emptied their nest and moved to the beautiful foothills of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.
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