The Keeper - Diane Scantlebury

She knows
Which side her bread’s buttered,
She sits
Her long manicured nails, pristine,
Tap tapping
As she mindlessly types,
She sees all
Hears and knows everything,
She was there
When he promised to love
And to cherish,
She was present
When
He said he’d be faithful,
She knew
But turned a blind eye,
She listens
To every conversation,
Says nothing
As each day’s drama unfolds,
Web spin,
Spinning lies and deceit,
She’s a keeper
And he’s her boss,
She’s a keeper
A keeper of secrets.

Diane Scantlebury