Counting my blessings..

Sara

Shepherdess
Ironworkers Are Born


There's a picture in a frame
A little boy with a hardhat on
and a smile on his face

He is also wearing little work boots

I could see the pride
even back then,
of a Union Ironworker in the making

Not everyone can do that
Walk across a steel beam
Look down and see the ground way below
without feeling it pulling you

When the weather is bad
and it's freezing outside
the wind is blowing and it feels as
if he could freeze up there
he never gives up

The iron is slick and he watches his steps
He hears his loved ones voices
"be safe out there"
so he is, as much as he can be

He loves his job
You can see it in his face
and you feel his pride as you are
proud you have been blessed with
such a wonderful strong son

His job is dangerous
and I think of him everyday
I pray for God to keep him safe

"Momma, we're working on a new bridge"
Every building is an accomplishment
He'll show them to his children one day
"Son, I worked on that back in 2010"

This is what my son was meant to be
A Union Ironworker
And he does it well
 
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Don't worry, I understand, I would love read other pieces you may have if that's ok, without compromising you that is.
 
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