If only we could see
thru the eyes of others
a truism often said
Speaking of eyes, how is it
all mothers have them
in the back of their head
They see things
like no others
bad behavior mothers dread
Their eyes our guilty consciences
once caught
wish we were dead.
The maternal relationship has some very special qualities to it, least of all a perceptive nature which far exceeds any other person. There is an innate bond which is often inexplicable. My mother had eyes on the side of her head also. She was also wired for sound.
Good poem
Thanks
Keith
Fri 16th Nov 2018 14:10
no place to hide.
Mothers know where
we live.
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Taylor Crowshaw
Sat 17th Nov 2018 06:45
Ahh....mothers. Lovely poem D.K. I can still hear my mothers cry from long ago and far away.."I heard that!!!"?