From Mother to Mother

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

You are still my daughter. You are also the person a child searches for in a crowded room. Both truths live together. I see my old worry inside your careful questions. I also see choices I would not have known to make. On Mother's Day, I do not hand you a rulebook. I hand you time, a meal, and respect for your own family.
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