Working

A salute to working women

 

Working

 

Sitting high in towers

Or low in the pits

You carry on the task

Leaving behind ones you love

Every day and returning at night

 

With skillful hand you touch your craft

Shaping, shifting and molding the task

Till all is done and passes such tests

Yet each day passes and rewards come few

Every other week, the meager pay flows

 

Same work, no less, and more the task

That others would dare criticize the choice

And same are those who fear your second

As you care and nurture the next generation

Rocking the cradle from night into day.