What are you doing little feet? <br />Walking around so discreet. <br />What are you doing little hands? <br />Banging on pots and pans. <br />What are you whispering there? <br />Hoping that I won’t hear. <br />Don’t you know I have my spies? <br />Don’t you know where I keep my extra eyes? <br />On the back of my head is where they rest. <br />You’re better off having confessed, <br />What is it you are up to today? <br />Come on, I know everything already any way. <br />I’m giving you just one last chance to explain away. <br />Of course, I knew you were making me breakfast on Mother’s Day. <br /> <br />(c) 2014 Copyright Elena Plotkin<br /><br />Elena Plotkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mom-s-little-feet-and-little-hands/
