GENERATIONAL MOTHERHOOD

I looked at them with surprise,

A grandmother rearing her mother

was a prize,

With her broken teeth still she

would smile,

To see her daughter has walked

a mile,

I was young but I saw what

nobody did,

The love in the elder woman's

eyes still exist,

Every mother give love to her

helpless child,

But these days the thought of a daughter

caring for her mother is wild,

A daughter who has been cursed

all her life for being a woman,

A daughter who has been second

from her brother in her whole life-span,

The daughter is always by the side

when mother becomes weak,

Then like a child.. daughter's love

is all she seeks,

when my great-grandmother asked

for some salt in her food,

I can see in her eyes the temptation

and the brood,

Like a child there she was.. a more-or-less

mirror reflection of me,

When I ask for something and my mother

smile to disagree,

There may or may not be any love in their

Brotherhood,

But there is An Ocean Of Love In Our

Motherhood.......