For My Mom and My 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.