I once thought that mothers and daughters were forever

We grow we laugh we love how clever

Even when the storm clouds would spread

The sun would dance and the storm would bed

Mothers and daughters are to be

Nothing more than happy!

I use to think that way…

Until I became older and my mother gray

The joyous moments we would share

Became regrets and despair

To the point of no repair

What could have cause such a tragedy

Where love and joy lived steadily

Where do you go when the road is blocked?

The heart is chained due to the unspoken pain that is locked

A mother and daughter we are no more

Then 2 women with a stubborn scorn