I had two Mothers - two Mothers I claim Two different
people, yet with the same name. Two separate women,
diverse by design, But I loved them both because
they were mine.
The first was the Mother who
carried me here, Gave birth and nurtured and launched
my career. She was the one whose features I bear,
Complete with the facial expressions I wear.
She gave her love, which follows me yet, Along with
the examples in life she set. As I got older, she
somehow younger grew, And we'd laugh as just Mothers
and daughters do.
But then came the time that
her mind clouded so, And I sensed that the Mother
I knew would soon go. So quickly she changed and
turned into the other, A stranger who dressed in
the clothes of my Mother.
Oh, she looked the
same, at least at arm's length, But now she was the
child and I was her strength. We'd come full circle,
we women three, My Mother the first, the second and
me.
And if my own children should come to a day,
When a new Mother comes and the old goes away, I'd
ask of them nothing that I didn't do. Love both of
your Mothers as both loved you.