I've Got Eyes in the Back of My Head

My Mum said that.

She meant we kids better not

do anything naughty

because she would see.

When I was little

I thought they were real,

those eyes, and I didn't

know how they stayed hidden.

Did the lids blend

perfectly with the skin behind

her hair, as if invisible?

How was it possible?

Why weren't they exposed?

Did she keep them closed

except when checking on us? 

It was most mysterious.

If they were really there,

under her hair,

didn't her hair spoil the view?

How did she look through?

I never solved these mysteries

but I still believe she could see us

doing what we didn't ought.

We always got caught!

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 24, response to a statement.

Also linking to dVerse Poetics, 1 March 2014, on invisibility. (Mum's extra eyes may have been invisible; our misdeeds were not!)