By A. Gautam My mother brought home
a breathing doll.
She rests on the crib—
pink and soft,
like a cake in the oven.
She runs on love,
Her batteries are kisses,
She is rechargeable,
like a toy,
on midnight milk.
She doesn't do any tricks,
except she knows just how
to make Mother give her
attention.
Her magic spells
are whiny cries.
She tries,
with her watery eyes,
to win my heart.
Till my mother kisses
me too,
I am falling
for her baby art.
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Why does the author use the following simile: "She rests on the crib—/ pink and soft, / like a cake in the oven"?