Mothers - a Conversation With a Daughter
"Mothers" - A Conversation with a Daughter
In my 60th year I came to the conclusion that women are gods in their own right. Children worship and fear the power that pulses through their own blood to pin point in a waiting heart, along that road we all journey, happy or sad, just exactly where home is;
and if there is anything to be said of the strength mothers bare in victory or failure, it is this,
we are the echo of our own mother’s dreams, good and bad, and that life never ends at all - the door is always open, take that as you will. Whether we balk at the chance to confront ourselves through what waits on the other side of that door, or we rush through to embrace –
the opening always begins through an entrance -
and that, our mothers bore the pain to let us in, is the hidden key.
You could say, you love or hate your mother.
You could say, you believe or disbelieve your mother.
Mothers are not far from God. Nor that different.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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