Mothers and Daughters

Mother

Who's hand will trace
The curves, the lines
The softness of my face
With their imaginary embrace?

With the passage of time
Who will close their eyes,
And see within the depth of mine
With their twinkle and shine?

Who's eyes will tear
With sudden loss
With sudden fear
That I am no longer near?


Daughter

With tireless embrace
Eyes closed
My hands trace
Every memory of your face.

I remember how your eyes had shine
When I look in the mirror
Because everytime,
I can see them reflected in mine.

Now and then I really fear
With a pang of loss,
That makes me tear
Knowing that you are no longer near.