I Know You Know-By Susan Thomas

Tender care is given,
to the one from my womb.
Nursing to health
when he's sick.
Keeping him warm,
making sure his tummy is full.
Keeping him clean.
Showering him with love.
Doing what's best,
for my dear little one.
Still others say,
or tell me,
what to do.
Telling me what they call advice,
full of judgement.
Disapproving of my love,
for my son.
Disapproving of how I care,
they see me as unfit.
An hour with my little one,
somehow gives them more expertise than I.
What would I know?
I'm only mom.
I only know all his quirks.
What he loves, likes, and hates.
I know all his cries,
and what they mean.
I know what makes him laugh.
What makes him smile.
What makes him cry,
but I forget that ten minutes with him,
somehow makes you the expert,
and me the unfit parent.
By all means give your advice,
let me know what a awful job I'm doing.