A Mother Ears What She Hears
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile;
She hears it in the smell and say...Oh you cook so well.
And when she looks into your room;
She hears how well you use the broom.
Clean refrigerator, stove and sink, she hears,
Janitor no...Technical Cleaning Engineer.
You spell and speak well, she watches your mannerism,
But she hears that you will be in journalism.
The friends you acquire and the company you keep;
She hears that you will be the one to give the inaugural speech.
She watches how you dress and pay close attention to detail,
She hears that you will be a fashion designer or into Retail.
The way you manage money and sparingly likes to spend,
She hears banker, stock broker, not a borrower but one who will lend.
She sees you interact with other family members
She hears social worker, caretaker or counselor.
Her ears hear so many things because of what you do;
She hears it with her eyes and ears, you see it in her smile,
And you know that she approves.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
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