It's the Magic...
When I was a little girl, I would often ask my mother how she knew I was making mischief without her even seeing me. She would tell me she had eyes in the back of her head. That could not be possible. None of my friends’ moms had eyes in the back of their heads. Or did they? I would climb up on the chair with her as I picked through her light brown hair on the back of her head, looking for “those eyes.”
When I protested, told me “They're closed because they are sleeping.”
I would ask how she got them and why I didn't have them. I had so many questions for her. The answer was always the same with Mom so much that I believed her.
“Magic.”
It was because of magic that we didn't run out of cold water,
that the snow didn't hurt, it was only cold.
that cats meowed and dogs barked,
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