Intake
i seem to be
laying sleeping
dry but porous
before you rain
on me showering
me not with ego but
the power of poetry for
you're words i absorb be
cause i'm a sponge among
other things also being one
that recalls days when younger
as well as among memories
before i was born not
still born but still
before i was
born like
when in
my Mum
's womb
when i
kicked
hard so
hard that
i made her
hiccup but
what was to
become a giggle
then she knew a
silly son was about
to rise above her hor
i zon thus then to
begin her and i's
battle that now
i'm not proud
of for i cross
ed that line
so many
times
that
she
needed
a stop watch
and a diary to
keep watch over
for what i'd become
or not and now though
she has passed the past
will always be in the present
but not gift wrapped but warped
for not what it's glitter is worth for
now my she is not my Mum
but someone who com
forts and keeps me
safe in mind kind
ly expressing th
at which when
read but so very
soon to be heard
which when will
leave me speechless
but
never
forever
actually
having left
me but will be
with me as i soak
up her words mouthing
them in a
type writt
en form forming
the what from
mi Musa to
her poetry
that only
she not
i can
say
is
s
peak
so now
i know when
she has spread
my legs and lips
and taken and kiss
ed that which i have
willingly given to give
what which will never be
forgotten or to be ever
me
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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