My Mother and I

 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~