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.