The Carriage Trade

When Katy was a baby

And we lived on the Upper West Side

She wore a bonnet

And a pink hand-knitted outfit.

I wheeled her up Broadway

In a pram built like a cruise ship

That had a convertible top if it rained.

Sometimes I walked with my mother.

We took turns pushing the carriage

Smiling at the baby while she

Sat wobbly on

Satin cushions and

Played with a teething ring.

We were good walkers, my mother and I

And Katy traveled in style with us

Looking in all the storefront windows.

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