The Janitor, Ms. Clean

Who is that disheveled lady?
I know who she is—
she enters the corporate
office as every other
professional leaves.

She is tired from
her day job, nonetheless
happy—happy to have
her cleaning job, happy
to have opportunity
to provide food on
the table for her family,
happy to have another
day of dream for
better life, happy to
have meager means
to help her husband
in drug rehabilitation
program, happy to have
big dreams for her kids
so that their worst days
are still better than her
best day, happy to have
few moments to
rededicate herself to
the merciful God.

She cleans the litters
of professionals, she
flushes the toilets,
she wipes the dust
off the windows, she
unloads hundreds of
trash bins, she sweeps
the floor.

She has smile on
her face to greet
the professionals,
even though she
receives only grimace
from them.
I know who she is—
she is the Janitor,
Ms. Clean.