Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and Daughters
an intricate union
the closest to one, still divided

torn into two
at the moment of birth
when the scars to be healed are decided

two cracked mirrors we hold
and sometimes the picture
deforms, as we look for each other

in the cracks, not the eyes
that reflect our one soul,
and we judge both cracks and one another

but oh my, the feeling
when we see past the broken
when mirrors reflect our true face

the unconditional love
of Mothers and Daughters
a force that defies time and space

with compassion and love
for ourselves in our eyes
cracked mirrors are holding the keys

to the closest to oneness:
the beautiful union
of Mothers and Daughters at peace