Bridge Builder’s Daughter

Part gypsy…

They went where

the bridges were


The ones needing

to be fixed…

The ones needing

to be built…


A normal childhood

at least for her

Moving when necessary

Learning the lingo


She never had a

Swing Set…


Always had a custom

built 2×4 sandbox

and a board and rope

swing if there was

a tree near by


She never had

a dollhouse…


Knew all about

sand, gravel, water

and cement mixed

just right like cake

batter to be poured,

planed and swept


She never had a

red wagon


Knew either and

mercury were needed

to start stubborn

heavy equipment


She never had a

tree house or a

play house


knew all about

rebar, curing mats

and how to light

a coal oil smudge

pot in the days

before battery

operated flashing

lights to warn people

in the dark that

construction was



She didn’t have many

of the things other kids

her age had


She had love and

that’s all that



Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie