Until it turns sideways.
Bound together.
You to your mom,
Me to you,
Both to the daughters of different times.
Gifts given and gifts un-given.
Gazing back from all angles.
Sideways squints.
Forward projections.
Bloodlines
No time to stop.
Stop. Time.
All on our own now.
Past emotions mix with new definitions.
Identity dissolved into the middle.
Until usurped by another Mother.
Wow! Great word choices! Kind of overwhelming. Love it and will be re/re/re-reading it with joyful nostalgia for an earlier time. Dad
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dad for your encouragement.
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