I am the worker,

sewing clothes that hangs in your closet.

The clothes you admire on your back.

Spending many hours guiding my machine,

to construct our flag.

I am the worker, who produces,

molten red-orange-hot liquid into steel.

Sweating with pride to create,

steel for our world’s structural needs.

I am the dockworker that toils,

to get national and international,

containers across this land.

Loading up trains,

and trucks to get products,

all points east,

west, north and south.

I am the medical professional,

who takes care of my patients.

Even during the pandemic,

saving people’s lives was first

priority.

I am the teacher,

who has dedicated my life,

to educating young minds.

Spending many hours after school,

making sure my lessons are correct.

Using my extra money for school supplies.

Always trying to be a mentor,

when no one else is around.

I am the worker, who shoulders side by side,

with my fellow workers.

In solidarity of fair wage and fair working conditions.

Giving the best of our abilities,

to provide for our country. (c) Mary Anne Abdo

This poem was recently accepted for the May Day Worker’s Anthology for Moon Stone Art Centerhttps://weeklyprompts.com/2024/05/04/weekly-prompts-colour-challenge-orange-2/