Two women, two different roles The one who gave birth to me And the one I gave birth to. One gave all the love she had The other got all the love I had One strived in the life chosen for her The other - for the life she chose One made sure I didn't have tears The other ensured I face my fears One hears my voice to know if am well The other can read my face and tell One had her eyes moist as she saw me go The other made my eyes moist as I let her go My past and my future when shall meet Will be a picture ever so complete Two women, two different roles If only I could be a little like them, The one who gave birth to me, And the one I gave birth to. Two women, two different roles.
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Womanhood.. such a delicate balance of strength and fragility.. Beautifully written!