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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