by Susan Shea
My beloved daughter calls me The Mamalula flattering my need to be the one and only of a kind capable of lifting heavy objects over my head, she tries to convince me that her favorite author Tolkien would have should have put me in his timeless masterpieceif only he had known me but I can only bumble-hobbit through her towering journeys small as I am, I try to travel, with her healing elves and resurrectors, keep up with the men and beasts live up to a name and feats just for her I’ll do my best to go beyond the narrowness of death
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