We Are All Workers

We knew we were all workers in Ansonia Connecticut

mill town right on top of the Naugatuck River

sitting with certainty big brick factories

our vista those factories and one another

a few thought because of their profession

or their degree one podiatrist in particular he

thought he wasn’t really a worker he was something else

the rest of us knew how each one of us

connected Tom handed me my Carvel brown bonnet

my father fitted the whole town for comfortable shoes

Uncle Charlie a professional weeder said

he saw weeds in his sleep and he removed them

many were union workers at Farrell Birmingham

for years I was a Kelly Girl long before they became Kelly Person

I like work still work is how we help one another to live

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

5 Comments

  1. Was a professional welder called that or called a landscaper? Lately I’ve become obsessed with an invasive in my yard-stiltweed- and I pull it out in my free time because it blocks out native plants. It was supposedly packing material used to protect china that was shipped here a hundred years ago.

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