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A Mother's Ears
I have her face, so I've been told, and traces of her eyes of blue The glimpse of gold within her soul, I can only pray to hold As eyes go,...she had two pair, the ones in front, the pair in back Both pair could spy a lie, intact. And pacts we made with devilment Her ears could hear a baby's cry, before the baby made a sound Her ears could hear a squabble brew, before the fight had taken ground Her ears could hear a friend in need, a heart in pain, the sound of rain, before a cloud would dare appear She heard the whimper in the night, of silent weeping, swallowed tears, or discomfort from a fevered brow.... She heard it all, without a doubt She could hear our schemes.....the good.......the bad.......the in-between It came endowed, so naturally, a passage rite of motherhood I marveled at this miracle, with awe and envy in my mind... Not knowing then, what I know now. It was born in me, as well, somehow... This something so designed by God, that I too, hear the silent things... The cookie jar, in muted mode, ...The million codes, of teenage love And through the years my ears are tuned, to hear the varied undertones One night it was,..., my daughter, grown, would call me on the telephone One word, it was, that's all it was ......... her voice was odd...the silence long "Mom" is all she said to me ....I knew, .... I knew, I know the sound, when something's terribly wrong. _________________________________________________ 5/4/15 For Contest Sponsored By Craig Cornish:"A Mother's Ears"
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