A relationship between a mother and daughter
is far more complicated than it oughter
be, with wrecks and disasters no happily ever after
as one struggles to hold on, the other to be free.
But if you ask them, one on one how they feel,
you’ll hear nothing but the true theist spiel
of love and emotion, undying devotion
between mother and child, where nothing is mild
when familial blood runs rivers through reconciled
years washed pure in the hopeful heart referred
“Glad to be of help.” the moniker tenured