Nothing escapes
her eyes
She gauges what
I am up to
Even today by hearing
my voice.
Her soothing
calm and patience
Heals me whenever
I ‘m jittery
and impatient.
When none can
guess my troubles
She just has to
takes a look
To read me like
an open book.
Her questions
still needs answers
Lying to her is
beyond
My indigenous power.
With grown up
kids of my own today
I can
understand her better
Then I ever did
yesterday.
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