Sensitive Ears

Unseen upon my heart, capturing every nuance, always awake and aware though the whole world is sleeping, my mother's ears, like sensitive sonar, are listening. An umbilical tether, pulling, tugging, alerting me to your danger and your joy, my mother ears discern your need. My ears feel you like a surgeon's hands, sensitive, probing, seeking out your heartache. Laughing, they share your joy and taste your victories, delicious mother candy. Since before your birth, these mother ears have known the unknowable, thought the indescribable, anticipated the best about you. They do not frame my face; my mother ears frame my heart and are shaped like love. © Faye Lanham Gibson, May 4, 2015