Gently, very gently She held the child in her arms She was a mother, a protector And would shield her from all of life’s harms. Or at least that’s what the lady thought As she leaned down to coo and smile As she breathed her nicotine breath on her And passed germs to her baby so vile. The child at four got cancer At six she’s no longer here Yet the mother still smokes in her sorrow For those who won’t listen never hear.
A tenter was an assistant to the weaver, the one who had the highly dangerous job
of keeping the bobbin loaded and in line with the shuttle. The tenter also had to
feed the loose cottons back in. All highly dangerous, especially for a small child.
There were many brave women who struggled for enfranchisement. Annie Kenney was just one. There were those who gave their lives to the rightness of the struggle.