DAUGHTERS

When I was just a girl of ten,
All my friends would say.
That I was like my mother,
And I’d be her some day.

Now my mother’s eighty-five,
Her birthday was today.
But she has lost her daughter,
Her mind has lost it’s way.

Her memories are all but gone,
I don’t think she can rally.
The twists and turns of life,
Left her up a blind alley.

Lost in her amnesia,
A hopeless situation.
She stares at me but draws a blank,
I stare back in frustration.

When I look at my mother,
Can that be me I see?
A glimpse into my future,
And what I’ll one day be?

But I don’t have a daughter,
Like me to care for me.
And now she doesn’t either,
She can’t remember me.

I’m reminded back when I was ten,
And all my friends would say.
That I was like my mother,
And I’d be her some day.

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