A poem inspired by a special Mother/Daughter bond.
I took notice
when we were kids.
What they shared
was different from anything I witnessed.
a beautiful bond.
They created a language familiar to them.
Spoken like a string of inside jokes,
A dance of tenderness and devotion.
A morning tap on the wall
produced a perfect glass of Florida Sunshine,
A cure for whatever ails you.
Frosty winter afternoons,
filled with steaming Pyrex bowls
of tomato soup and tasty tuna sandwiches,
made to order.
The dance has lived on through the years; deepened.
Although the choreography has changed.
True love remains.
Thankful for beautiful memories!