Mum

In the womb my golden days, warm with twin and thump of mother’s heart, give a kick Now and then, good for friends and family ahh! not hungry ever: want for nothing Here with twin: we have a little dance amniotic, you might say, and often acrobatic, give us a twirl and I’ll Be your partner in our chromosomal twisting, umbilical, fluid-trance; Ahh! so many words, images, thoughts, but No language yet, to put a name to our uterine caper; so I think in images: ha ha!...clever or what? But he, the Other one, in our mischief made, just floats around; yes floats! I kid you not: (how long can this last?)