Letter to a mommy

Mommy, when you take me there

I am happy, I must say - 

the browny floor and the greeny carpet,

they do really make me gay.

But when I take my careful steps,

hold me not - 
am i moving , or, 

the ground under me ?

I can climb up that hill of a step to your lap,

Trifle me not, mommy, just -

give me time .

And what’s the milky smell, that I -

carry all around? ;

people pick me up, mommy, when –

I want to be on my own.

And, when I cry mommy, do not be torn ,just -
check if my shoes are rightly worn.