Below is the poem entitled The Walk In which was written by poet
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No, Dear, I was not hurting Mommy.
Well, she may have been making hurt noises but she was okay.
Yes, yes, it was kind of like wrestling … only different.
No, you are right; wrestlers do usually wear some kind of outfit.
Well, I guess in this kind of wrestling, they are not pinned after three seconds on their back … although Mommy may say it feels like only three seconds.
Never mind that.
Yes, sometimes Mommy wins and pins me.
I guess I do make those noises when I am loosing, although I never mind loosing.
Yes, I know Mommy and Daddy are always telling you to keep your hands to yourself, but it’s okay for Mommies and Daddies to do that.
NO! NO! You can’t wrestle with your friends. Not yet, anyway.
Sometimes we wrestle in other places beside our bed.
No, not with other people … at least, I hope not! Why? Have you ever seen Mommy wrestling with someone else?
Ummm, wouldn’t you like to watch some TV or something?
I know you just want to know, but, um Daddy is kind of busy right now.
Doing what? Well, something important I’m sure.
Honey! Can you come in here and talk to your daughter?