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 brought 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 the life lessons she never let me forget.
As I grew older, she somehow younger became,
And we’d laugh like best friends, calling each other by name.
But then came the time when her mind clouded so,
And I felt the mother I knew would soon go.
So quickly she changed, turning into the other,
A stranger now 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 face such a day
When a new mother comes and the old fades away,
I’d ask them for nothing I didn’t do—
Love both of your mothers, as both have loved you ♥️
Allie Xx
Allie ♥️♥️♥️♥️
26th October 2024
