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My Mother Really Knew

My mother really knew,
How silence could speak,
In each pause, a lesson,
In every glance, a week.

She knew when leaves would fall,
Before the chill set in.
Predicted rain with a sniff,
Her forecasts always win.

Cookies baked just right,
Stories told by dim light.
In her eyes, the world’s hues,
A map drawn in her views.

She knew all my fears,
Before I shed my tears.
A touch, a look, enough—
Her wisdom, quiet, tough.

Mom knew life’s ebb and flow,
Before I learned to grow.
In her simple, steady way,
She taught me how to stay.
A mother and child bake cookies and share stories under dim light
A mother and child bake cookies and share stories under dim light
A mother and child sharing a silent moment together
A mother and child sharing a silent moment together

Meaning

The poem “My Mother Really Knew” celebrates the intuitive wisdom and profound understanding of a mother. It highlights her ability to communicate silently and predict changes, portraying her as not only deeply connected to the natural world but also to the emotional landscape of her child. The poem reflects on the subtle yet impactful ways a mother imparts knowledge and comfort, embodying a guiding force through life’s various stages.

Inspiration Behind

This piece was inspired by the quiet yet powerful presence of mothers who seem to possess an almost magical intuition about the world and their children. I wanted to capture the reverence for that silent, often overlooked wisdom that mothers carry, the kind that shapes lives in the most understated yet enduring ways.

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