I seem to be writing about my mom lately. This poem was prompted by a line in a book I was reading. The tie that binds mother and daughter.
The tie that binds mothers and daughters
is like no other.
It’s like the eternal light,
that never goes out.
There’s no physical alter,
Although the sacrifices seem to be many.
There’s a tie,
That sometimes tears
But never fully breaks.
The light may falter,
But it continues to glow,
Even after death.
