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I walk upon these cobblestone streets, the soles of my shoes thin & bare, but I do not complain for they protect me from the cold & damp & I step one foot in front of the other
Carriages drawn by horses pass my way, their heads held high exhaling steam from open nostrils with reins held tight, they hold their strength to pass with clacking sound of hooves upon the street
& splash my rustling skirt and petticoat which touch upon muddied brick
Houses either side of me, old & decaying with heavy latched doors that are weathered from the seasons & light from oil lamps glow through windows & fireplaces give warmth to those within
They are the most blessed, for there is laughter in these times
Skivvy my occupation, though the coins I receive are little
I cannot take place in my masters fine home & talk of worldly matters
For he is of upper class & I am but his servant & should be gracious for being so
But I walk the cobbled streets of London & dream of a life where I can speak
My brother works in coal mine, he’s young, 10 of age his face & soul are blackened by his daily work, an infant in my eyes
But he shows no annoyance for doing so & is glad of the penny he receives for his toil
My sister sells her body to men to feed her child so young, I wish her life like mine
It’s dark & cold this night of nights as I step one foot in front of the other
My dress is wet & muddied from dirt off bricks, muddied like my heart & the cold night air chills me to my bone
But I wear the shawl my master gave me & draw it closer for the warmth
My master he wears fine breeches & white stockings with buckled shoes so grand
In my bag a kerchief, that my mother now gone, gave me, it’s white with lace on border
I walk the cobblestones in cold of night & step one foot in front of the other
I dream of another existence where I am free to talk of life & what I wish to be
But I know that I cannot, I can only dream, I am a young woman… there is no future for me
A girl of 15, alone without a family by my side, so I walk these dark and narrow cobbled streets & show no fear of the darkness that surrounds me, the bodies that lay still & silent from starvation
Though I cannot voice my words, I hold my head with pride that yes I am but a skivvy to such a nobleman
Who provides the shelter & roof & a coin to line my threadbare purse, I won’t complain
My life may change one day of that I dream & pray, but for now I walk these cobbled streets & have hope that things will change
I live as the privileged do & I should not find cause to object, I must give praise for the life I live & have a place where I can rest… a home
But for now & for the future, I walk along these cobbled streets, upon the rank and murky ground & I am so very alone
Ramblings From A Mum 