05/30/2024
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 mine.
The first was the mother who carried me here, gave birth nurtured me, and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear, complete with the facial expressions I wear.
She gave her love, which follows me yet, along with examples in life that she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew, and we’d laugh as just mothers and daughters do.
But then came the time that her mind clouded so, and I sensed that the mother I knew would soon go. So quickly she changed and turned into the other, a stranger dressed in the clothes of my mother.
Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm's length, but now she was the child and I was her strength.
We’d come full circle, we women three, my mother the first, the second, and me.
And if my own children should 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 Snow Duncanson
