I
had two mothers...two mothers I claim
Two different people yet with the same name
Two seperate women diverse by design
But I loved them both because they were both mine
The first was the mother who carried me here
Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career
She is the one whose features I bear
Complete with the facial expression I wear
She gave me some music which follows me yet
Along with examples in life that she set
Then as I got older she some younger grew
And we'd laugh like mothers and daughters do
But then came the year that her mind clouded so
And I sensed that the mother I'd known soon would go
So quickly she changed and turned into the other
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my mother
Oh, she looked the same at least at arm's length
But she was the child now and I had her strength
We'd come full circle...we women three
My mother the first, the second and me
And if my own children should come to a day
When a new mother comes and the old goes away
I'd ask them for nothing that I didn't do
Love both your mothers as they both have loved you!!
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