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Mothers and Daughters
Mothers and
daughters
Were daughters and mothers
Not so long ago.
We give and take
And take and give
Along time's endless row.
Love is
passed
And love received
To be passed on again:
A precious heirloom
Twice, twice blessed,
A spiritual cardigan.
I'll put it
on
And treasure it,
The me I have received,
And when the roles
Reverse again,
I'll have what I most need.
So may our
love
Go on and on,
A hundred thousand years;
Mothers and daughters,
Daughters and mothers,
Through joys and other tears.
- Nicholas Gordon
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