I had two Mothers - two Mothers I Chaim
Two different people, yet with the same name
Two separate women , diverse by design,
But I loved them both because they were mine.
The first was the Mother who carried me here,
Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear,
Complete with the facial expressions I were.
She gave me her love, which follows me yet,
Along with the examples in life she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew,
And we'd laugh as just Mother I know would soon go.
So quickly she changed and turned into the other,
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother,
But now she was child and I was her strength.
We'd come full circle, we women three,
My mother the first, the second and me.
And if my own children should come to a day,
When a new Mother comes and the old goes away,
I'd ask of them nothing that I didn't do.
Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you.