Ballade of Bower

Amy Bower is a pleasure to meet,
A woman of passion and strong direction,
She’s equally kind, thoughtful and sweet,
Held highly in everyone’s recollection,
No one met with hate or rejection.
A brain full of knots, buckles and rings,
She is a mistress of problem detection,
She is our friend, the Queen of Slings.

To see her work is a real treat,
Sharing a love for close connection,
Helping wrappers create a seat,
People follow her every direction,
Until they reach that carrying perfection.
Her knowledge and her passion sings,
Advice given with genuine affection,
She is our friend, the Queen of Slings.

A carrying advocate on the street,
Providing her children woven protection,
In the summer sun or winter sleet,
Her family a vision, a beautiful reflection,
A loving bond, through any abjection.
To both her boys, the fabric clings,
Oxytocin comfort and loving perfection,
She is our friend, the Queen of Slings.

If there was ever a kindness election,
For generosity without strings,
She would triumph in people’s selection,
She is our friend, the Queen of Slings.

By Paul Webster