Paws
my mother had cool paws and long fingers
she could have been an artist
but she reserved her love
for an infant
she would play a merry tune
with my chubby fingers and toes
while singing like an irish harp
perhaps your mother
was as talented as my mother
I bet she played peekaboo’
just as well as my mother did
but my mother
had cool paws and long fingers
and when i was but a fractious toddler
she would play the bagpipes
until i would
in desperation
yell
ENOUGH!
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