Happy Mother's DaySending love to those that may have lost their mothers or child, and those that are estrangedThese are reminders to myself and my motherMother's Day Poetry from Thoughts of a Mustard Seed Watered Down(pg.8)I'm a diluted version of my mother,As she is to her mother, as she is to her mother, as she is to her mother,As daughters are to their mothers.Keepsake(pg. 19)I mourn my mother yet praise her mistakes,Each decision bore a beautiful baby girl into this world.I am her keepsake,Her bittersweet remembrance,Her joy that grew from pain.I am the tissue that wiped her tearsHer storyteller solidifying her throughout the yearsI am her breaker of cycles of traditions, and biases loudly whispered.I'm the daughter you wanted and the change you never imagined.Mother's Stain(pg.20)There's a lot I owe youA lot I blame on youA lot of tendencies we share duringArguments that bear us so much painEvery stare in the mirrorMakes me constantly awareThat we share the same mirrorIt took me awhile to appreciate,That mothers aren't perfect,And lectures are previews of the hell you hideYet spite towards daughters with exasperates sighsBe better than me.Downloadable Watered Down Poetry Phone Background
Sending love to those that may have lost their mothers or child, and those that are estrangedThese are reminders to myself and my motherMother's Day Poetry from Thoughts of a Mustard Seed Watered Down(pg.8)I'm a diluted version of my mother,As she is to her mother, as she is to her mother, as she is to her mother,As daughters are to their mothers.Keepsake(pg. 19)I mourn my mother yet praise her mistakes,Each decision bore a beautiful baby girl into this world.I am her keepsake,Her bittersweet remembrance,Her joy that grew from pain.I am the tissue that wiped her tearsHer storyteller solidifying her throughout the yearsI am her breaker of cycles of traditions, and biases loudly whispered.I'm the daughter you wanted and the change you never imagined.Mother's Stain(pg.20)There's a lot I owe youA lot I blame on youA lot of tendencies we share duringArguments that bear us so much painEvery stare in the mirrorMakes me constantly awareThat we share the same mirrorIt took me awhile to appreciate,That mothers aren't perfect,And lectures are previews of the hell you hideYet spite towards daughters with exasperates sighsBe better than me.Downloadable Watered Down Poetry Phone Background
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