mrsmooshoes's Ode to her Mum-Body

A body no longer my own, but yours.
A climbing frame,
with plenty of places for elbows and knees
To dig in and cling on;
Arms to be swung from and legs to be slid.
Hands hold on as we spin and we spin,
And then -
Everyone needs a bosom for a pillow
And a soft belly beneath,
Where you lay your head,
and find peace.