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fireflies at twilight
hands on the bible
a smile passed for trust
in between
no need to spend time
on the past unimportant
as the color of paper
neath words left unsaid
thirty years gone
since the season for leaving
fifteen more
than my mother was then
but the eyes of the soul
keep pictures much longer
a tear brushed away
not in time
and truth sealed tight
how many I’ve wondered
poison the sound of my name
falls to the reason
for waiting much longer
than the need to be known
by the curve of her arms
a baby once more
the future unfinished –
grace for another
of gifts passed between
Author’s Note: The relationship of mother to daughter is a cloth
weaved of many threads – love, faith, sorrow and forgiveness.
Because we are the same, we think we know things the same. The
reality is that we are as different as woman to man, wasp to
a firefly, a kiss to a curse.
tornadoday 
Lovely and so very touching Bobbie! Just an awesome poem!
Thank you, dear Wendell. ~ Love, B
This is filled with truth and reality, Bobbie. I can see so many mothers in what you’ve written. Beautifully written.
xo
Paul
Thank you, Paul. Mothers have much to teach us, and we have much to teach them as well. My mother is only 15 years older than me, so in many ways, I have been the mother to her for most of my life…….. Thank you, truly! (and btw….I fixed your ‘reality’). 😉 ~ Love, Bobbie
beautifull scripted dance of mother/daughter
I know this well…
Thank you for sharing you Bobbie…
Take Care…
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maryrose
Thank you my darling Maryrose……… Somehow, I think most women know their own version of this truth. ~ Love you so very much. ~ Bobbie
As a daughter and a mother, these words touch me deeply. Yes, we are as individual as our own fingerprints, in spite of the roles we take part of in life. Thank you for these graceful words. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee. A mother is such a part of us, and yet totally separate. One of the greatest lessons I ever learned was to see my parents as people, capable of making mistakes just like anyone else. Some would think that as belittling them, and yet in viewing them as less than perfect, they became more perfect than ever. They became individuals with strength fueled by faith and love. ~ Always, Bobbie
oh Bobbie, you have reached to unearth such longing, loss, ache and love- all that took hold of my heart as the poem spoke/called out/ wept and loved with grace. Your work is so fine, courageous and strong. Love, Linda