from mother to daughter

some mothers are so close to

their daughters, that they can

crack dirty jokes together, that

the daughter will come to mom

for anything---

certainly the result of mother

remembering what it was like to be

younger, spending the time with

her child in order to form an

unbreakable bond of trust &

the want to not repeat the things

she hated that her own mother did

to her, or neglected, as the case

may have been.

 

can’t imagine that the birds n’ bees

are a hard subject to go over when

such a bond exists, where the daughter

is always asking mom about everything

from the first kiss to further involvement---

but still, what must it be like for

such a mom to wake up in the morning &

know that the innocence is gone?

 

is it easier for the mother who has a deep

bond, to know that her daughter is

having sex, than a mother who doesn’t

have it together? 

 

certainly the ignorance of a child

might allow for less knowledge considering

the point & so what does it mean for the

both of them, when the innocence is

gone?

 

a man cannot know---

he cannot look into a young one’s eyes &

know the same as the woman who has

given birth to this child,

he cannot step outside the young man

that he himself was---

all he has is the hindsight that those

particular days were wrought with raging

hormones & all the time in the world to

reap the benefits of being young.

 

when mother looks in her daughter’s eyes,

does she begin to worry more?

how much worry must past through on a

daily basis, before she goes to bed, before

she goes to work,

wondering if her child is alright?

&

how much of the time does she just sigh from

being overwhelmed &

sensory overloaded with stress

that never seems to relent

from mother to daughter &

daughter to mother.