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?)
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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