My Mother and I are different
Old values fade away with new
What was unacceptable in her generation
Today is the acceptable view.
The way we think and things we do
The habits we create
Today I live in such a way
My Mother cannot relate.
My lack of bras and girdles
My lack of monthly perms
This daughter evolved long past those
Confines, I don’t need to be that firm.
She wore no make-up, but I love it so
I live with outline pencil in hand
To draw eyebrows, lip-line, eye-line
To look young again you understand.
Years go by and I become a mother
And the daily routine begins
Sleepless nights, long days
Caring for the babies every day.
As my Mother dear, I was always near,
To begin a day of love
Clean their face, soothe their tears
Sing, dance, while I made meals.
Today they are grown and we witness
The seeds sown in early years
When I wiped their tears
And assured them things will get better.
A thankful heart and positive attitude
Will take us all much further
No matter where they go
They will always know
Like "her" I did my best as their “Mother.”
Mary
Stevens Newton
~The
Quail Writer~
