That Poor Old Girl

That poor old girl

She strips the buttons and bows from the discarded dresses

That poor old girl

She strips the zips

She strips the cuffs

That poor old girl

She strips the collar and hem

She strips the bodice and the skirt

That poor old girl

She strips the sleeves

She strips a nice yoke

 That poor old girl

 From the old dresses

She pieces a quilt

That poor old girl

Grows a big piece of cloth out of scraps

That poor old girl is braiding the selvage

That poor old girl coils and stitches the braids to make a hat or a basket

 That poor old girl saves for tomorrow

That poor old girl saves for tomorrow, today

Extracted from upcoming collection of poems “Value to Man” by Afua Serwah Osei-Bonsu

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