when my daughter
was new
she had hair to her shoulders.
I was afraid to wash it–
everything about her so small,
so breakable
& my mother
would come over after work
to wash her hair.
Later,
I did the same thing
for my mother,
when her fear of water
moved from pools
to showers
to bathtubs
I used the same kitchen sink
& baby shampoo,
because she would not close her eyes–
there is symmetry
in how we care
for those we love.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Two mothers, two daughters and three loves? No, not three loves, but one love, one seamless love that links two generations and which elevates and ennobles each member with its caress, care and share. Lovely poem, great filial devotion. every great love contributes to a universal symphony of joy! Thanks for making my sunday! Now I must run off for mass!
Thanks so much Noel–Its off to bed for me–this poem woke me up! Enjoy your Sunday.
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back from church – today was/is Good shepherd sunday….and reading this and visualising the two mums and two daughters, I see good shepherds, symmetry and the cycle and circle of life and love.
Thank you so much Noel–your responses are far more beautiful than the actual poem was 🙂 You walk around through the day, trailing magical language 🙂
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This is beautiful. Just evoking gentle images of love, compassion, and kindness transpired between you all. Beautifully done
Thanks so very much–The series on my mom’s Alzheimer’s was a celebration for me, ultimately, of the love that survived that illness, and was very healing–albeit painful–to write out.