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