Yes I confess she is my child, can you offer suggestions?

Earth Mother

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She used to tow her radio flyer around
collecting, bringing me treasures found
knowing her I sorted through her joys
had to throw out some of her toys
A doll without a head
a mouse skeleton, long dead.
"Look momma what I found today."
I was afraid to see or say.
A Cats eye marble broken, blind
I bit my tongue to remain most kind
A comb, "Now I can do my own hair"
I had to step up, 'Don't you dare!'
This is my child as I recall
as her mother I rise to her every fall.
 
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