This sad festive poem was written by Rea Maac, who has worked as a domestic worker in Singapore for 7 years, and was a finalist of the recent Singapore Migrant Poetry competition.
Memories of Christmas
Christmas is coming
Long wait is over soon
But the sadness in my heart
Can’t measure even up to the moon
Still in my mind
How it used to be
Way back with my family
Celebration of festivity
Going to the church to attend the mass
Feeding our soul with God’s love
While waiting for the stroke of 12 o’clock
Sign that Dear Jesus born alive.
After church, heading back home
Across the street we can hear the music
With all the shining Christmas light
We really can feel the yuletide spirit
With a simple meal on the table
Everybody seems excited and happy
What’s more important
Loving each other wholeheartedly.
Remembering those old memories
It has been 7 years I’m away
My whole family, I truly miss
To be with them, is all I wish.
The Humanitarian Organization for Migration Economics (HOME) is an anti-human trafficking organisation advocating empowerment and justice for all migrant workers in Singapore