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.