My mother had eyes in the back of her head.
She did. I know; really— that is what she said.
MOTHERS:
How do they always know?
It mattered not- what I thought or where I would go—
She knew.
I never told on you- I swear!
Did you ever really look- under her hair?!
She knew. This is what she said,
“I should have no dread,
I would grow my own eyes—
in the back of my head.”
MOTHERS:
I have— My Mother’s Eyes.
Should I look for other’s lies?
No. But so often I see—
Little Lies laughing at me.