Single Mother

My daughter will never own matching socks.
She will ride a unicycle.
I will buy her one shoe at a time
and never encourage pigtails.
She will grow up with a “her” sink
and a one door wardrobe.
I will show her, good things
don’t have to come in pairs.

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