MOTHERS, DAUGHTERS, FRIENDS
When bonding with a lasting friend,
One who supports and praises,
I learn she'd read her kindness
From her mother's loving pages.
Her heart's at peace; she's clear and
firm;
Her center's full and blessed.
That's where her Spirit shines its
light;
It's where her friends find rest.
In growing up, I glean from life
The need to gladly lend
The kindness to a daughter
I would bestow upon a friend.
When mother is not present,
My heart's so like a flame,
I place my hand upon its spark
And call upon her name.
If mother had not been so kind
And I had not forgiven,
The hand I press upon by breast
Calls Mary forth from heaven.
Gail (Oct.'05) adds, "This poem percolated from the book, The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. It was a reading assignment by a friend having long-term difficulties with her daughter. An incident with my own daughter also contributed to the poem."