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Her Mother's Daughter
by Jane Lang

Looking for a sameness as their story unfolded began
with times remembered—after a war, after lives had
been severed, hopes shattered and after her mother
moved forward with uncommon determination and
two small children

Searching, she looked not only for physical traits,
though the sameness flowed between them, but
qualities—unmentioned, quantities—uncounted in each
hazy moment, recalling not only her mother's face, but
the woman who owned it

Hoping they share a grace, patience, kindness, each
in itself a blessing—grateful for the model she looked
towards, not knowing until her mother lived her life,
left her life with regal dignity, the unspoken similarities
between them




 

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