TWO MOTHERS REMEMBERED
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 both mine.
The first was my 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 bear.
She gave me music
Which follows me yet,
Along with the examples
In life that she set.
Then as I got older,
She some younger grew,
And we'd laugh as just
mothers and daughters can do.
But then came the year
That her mind clouded so
And I sensed that the mother
I'd known soon would 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 she was the child now
And I was her strength.
We'd come full circle,
We women three
My mother the first,
The second, and me.
And if I had my own children
And Should it 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 have loved you.
Author..........Joann Show Ducanson
Posted with permission.
Thank you Tracey
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