Mommy: A Poem

I am a personal cradle.
A mommy treehouse, a bed railing, a custom pillow.
I am a human elevator.
A pack mule, A lunch wagon, a jungle gym.
I am a deluxe chair.
An electric toothbrush, a waste management specialist, a personal assistant.
I am not a horsey.
I’m not.

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