aching and sore fingers
with every cotton flower picked
she daydreams of nice house and
table laden with food and cool wine
maybe buy a nice dress and shoes to dance
at her cousin's wedding next harvest time.
wiping sweat on face,
she carries sack of cotton at the end of day.
walking back to her rented room of
small bed, a picture frame of her family
brings a smile to her lips and sparkle on eyes.
crossing hands in prayer, she sleeps
on a pillow cotton full of dreams.
Posted for Poetry Jam: Daydream Believers
and Theme Thursday: Inspiring Things - My hope for all migrant workers is for them to come home and be with their loved ones.
Picture credit: http://www.latinamericanstudies.org/latinos/cottonpicker-1936.jpg