Poem...

Mothers and Daughters

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Mothers and daughters, like the sand and the sea,

Have a tenuous bond, connected, yet free.

The sea shapes and molds wherever it will,

Creating a need only it can fulfill.

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It comes to its source and offers is treasures.

They rejoice in its triumphs and share all its pleasures.

In the pools of the shore, these wonders unite

And the delicate balance of nature feels right.

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But the tide is always leaving the sands,

Turning its back on the shifting demands.

When the shoreline seems to grasp and hold,

It is often left with the wind and the cold.

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The sea storms and rages as though with no care

For the wavering strength of the one who will share

The interdependence, those delicate ties,

As long as there's life and the earth and the skies.

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And after the tears of a storm are spent

A peaceful calm seems heaven sent.

For the tide returns to hug the shore.

They are together, united once more.

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Yes, mothers and daughters are the sand and the sea,

But which one is you and which one is me?

If you'll watch and listen to the ebb and flow,

I'm sure that soon you will come to know

That mothers and daughters, through life's windy waves

Often change places . . . one seeks and one saves.