Mother knows best,
mother knows me.
But only as what I choose to have expressed.
Mother knows best,
That is what they say, but merely as a guest,
Mother knows me.
Lest, she comes to see the side of me that is not
At rest.

Mother knows best,
mother is wise.
Stacks of hard cover notebooks, half used.
Mother knows best,
mother reads.
The words, in poems that rhyme at a reader's behest
Not the ones that leak from
The gaps, in my hastily stitched up wounds.

Mother knows best,
mother sees.
The scars, I have made
On this tight vest we call our skin.
Mother knows best,
Tell me, is that why she brushes off as pests,
The scars, that lay shadowed just under my chest?

Mother knows best,
with her I am blessed.
That is why.
Mother knows best, but not about me.
Lest, it be to her
Distress.
That is
Why, Mother knows best.