She talked about my latest offerings <br />as if they had with eager little feet <br />rushed over to her Lazyboy Recliner <br />to climb up on her lap and talk so sweet <br />into allegedly well-educated ears <br />from where the spirits of my words <br />would travel by telepathy into her mind <br />there to be chopped and sorted into finer <br />and more accessible poetic nerds <br />but in the very end there would be fears <br />and trepidation of another kind, <br />while all this time she would surely forget <br />that all my little babies can be called offsprings <br />who might be happy if they saw and met <br />a proper critic who would come and tell me things.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/offerings-and-offsprings/
