accepting nothing less than joy and love
four generations of beautiful women
each one a reflection of her older version
their eyes are the same, their complexions similar
their smiles identical
each one proud, but not arrogant
four strong loving compassionate women
showing the world what motherhood looks like
except for the baby, but her turn is coming
a tribe of strong, passionate, joyful women
each one nurturing the next generation
expecting the best from her offspring
accepting nothing less than joy and love
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