Mother’s Daughter

One day
I will hold my
As she cannot
Past her tears.
I will tell her
That she will
Survive this,
For she is
Her mother’s daughter.
I will share
The story of when
You broke me
Into pieces
And how I put
Back together again.
Her father will
Come in
With a cup of tea
And I will remind her
That I had to
Lose you
To find him.
Her tears will
Soften as
I tell the
Of how
He swept me
Off my feet
And showed
Me exactly
How love
Should be.