Mother Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

A mother thinks
she knows your heart;
She thinks she
knows you well.

I have news for you
sweet Mummy mine,
there are things
you just can't tell;

from the way I was
and now I am,
from what has passed
from what I ran.

The child you knew
the teenager too,
are but distant strangers,
through and through.

The woman I am,
yes, a woman I've become,
still treads softly,
still needs her mum.

For even if mother doesn't
always know best,
my heart, I know,
she carries in her breast.


For my mother, who thinks she knows me well.
Uncanny, though, sometimes she does.
But all in all, with her know-it-all ways,
It's always to her that everything I tell.

(Itajaí,08 June,2009)