Mom’s spring

Song was for a cradle’s swing
For her baby on tree’s breeze.

Mom had bricks on her head
To build a stomach’s way up.

Mom’s song was for her baby
That went winging in the tree.

There was no breeze in bricks.
Her spring blew in baby’s hair.

(tribute to a female construction worker)

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