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The job that built me

Standing in this structure, that has long since, been demolished
Breathing lemon bleach, where the floor was freshly polished.
Taking photos in my mind, of this single, borrowed moment
 already the past, but I had one chance to own it
The buzzing of the phones and barking dog, echoes
Yogi's chipper voice, greeting with hellos

"Anna!, line 6!", rolled through the intercom
The bright, red light blinked and I felt a sense of calm
Only my sweetheart would know to call me on this line
Which meant, it must be late.  Getting close to closing time

Others argued over the work
It didn't bother me a bit.  I didn't care to sit
At the peak of my prime, working for a dime, 
you can bet I didn't quit 
until my check was signed

This delapadated building, positioned, just beyond the tracks and 
The beginning of adulthood, I keep trying to go back
The money earned and lessons learned
They made me who I am 
Who would have thought, as time turned
I'd wish a traffic jam

Oh what a bore, to crave nothing more
Than my hardest working days
Back then, I prayed for more in store
For the children, I should raise

But suddenly, it's clear to me
That who I was, I was meant to be
I hadn’t the slightest clue back then
But who I am, is where I've been

To think, that rundown building
Where I worked for minimum wage
I scrubbed from floor to ceiling 
And tidied every cage

Would be a stepping stone 
As time kept moving on
A chunk of foundation 
For my very creation
Treasured memories I would own

 13 years have passed
Things are changing way too fast
They’ve surly moved on from me
But I hope they would agree
That I too, played part, in the shaping of the heart 
As they, in turn, sculpted me, they were my family

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 12/12/2018 7:31:00 AM
All the hard work and dedication we've shown shape us into how we become and how we want our children to be shaped.
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