Mothers and Daughters
We're daughters and mothers not so long ago.
We give and take and take and give along time's
endless row.
Love is passed and love received to be passed on
again.
A precious heirloom twice, twice blessed, a
spiritual cardigan.
I'll put it on and treasure it, the me I have
received,
and when the roles reverse again, I'll have what
I most need.
So may our love go on and on, a hundred thousand
years;
Mothers and daughters, daughters and mothers,
through joys and
other
tears.
~Author Unknown~