Four daughters so much alike
Hating the similarities
Laying claim to the differences
Mom observes.
Four daughters in conflict
Erupting like a pressure built volcano
After years of smoldering
Mom expects it.
Four daughters, each on their own journey
Sure footed on the path of life
Unaware of sinkholes, certain of destinations
Mom prays.
Four daughters
Adult women all
Birthing Babies, Reading Books, Drinking Wine
Mom rests in it.
This piece was written during our first ever - mom, daughters, children week in Ocean City, NJ. I am the Mom.
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