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…
But…
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…
But…
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
But…
Knew either and
mercury were needed
to start stubborn
heavy equipment
She never had a
tree house or a
play house
But…
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
ahead
She didn’t have many
of the things other kids
her age had
But…
She had love and
that’s all that
mattered…
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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