The Mom I Want to Be

 

The thing that really puzzles me

Is how much Mothers know.

Mine seems to know ahead of time

When it will rain or blow.

She knows just what will fix a bump

On elbow, shin, or knee,

And scratches that I get sometimes

When falling from a tree.

But this is one time she’ll be fooled.

It’s nearly Mother’s Day

And still she doesn’t know I have

Her present hid away.

 

Jocinna C. Miller