Not so long ago it seems
you came to my life
to make me aware
of my relation with my mother
to bring sweetness in it
instead of the strife
that in name of independence
of my being
I loved displaying.
As now I was a mother
and could see concerns
that irritated me earlier
for being tough and severe,
were my mother’s love
and adoration
to help me see reason
that my youth and freedom
wanted to tear away from.
I loved you dear
and also my mother
as I was the bond between
two separate generations
two different people,
and a new relation.
Your love alone could bond
and made me see my wrongs
of having made my mother cry.
You really, dear, made me strong
to own and confess
how wrong had I been
at times.
As not having seen
the realities that bond
the mother and child
in an inseparable tie,
where love, care, and trust
make us women to strive
to make this world
a better place to live
and to die.
