Bricks on mom

Mom held bricks on her head
To build stomach the  way up.

Mom’s song was for her baby
That went swinging in a  tree.

Her spring blew in baby’s hair
That went winging in the tree.

Bricks rocked tummy’s cradle.
Baby was the song in mummy.

(Tribute to a female construction worker )

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