Mothers & Daughters



A kick here and there for my Mom, my daughters and me,
Rivalry inscribed from birth to grave
Sweet kisses turning into salty tears
Do as I say not as I do!

Silent wars, screaming hostility,
Which is right?
Who is not?
With pods revolting and roots diving deep for refuge

Caffeine, Nicotine and Prozac
Swallowing our kingliest bliss
Mother/Daughters flags of
Far too many dimensions to unfurl on paper.

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