Mothers and Daughters

We are One, you and I.

Formed of the same flesh

and dreams, and fears;

made in the shape of Woman.

I inherit you and you me.

So long in the making,

beyond both of us,

the drawing in of all

the Mothers and the

Daughters; the

knitting of the shawl

which we unpicked

each night, because

we were waiting

for a man to make us

Whole.

When all the time

it was what we made

Together

that mattered.

It lay in our laps and

we admired it, but

not for what it was.

We saw it as a means

to an end, and

missed the gift it gave.

It is a shared thing

although

we did not know it

until dusk, the late time

of living

when the dreams

march past

in solemn walk

and we see

for the first time …

We are One, You and I.