I am my mother’s daughter

I am my mothers daughter.

I have a sense of ‘ought to’:

Send timely replies to invitations

Thanks people promptly for vacations

And presents, or letters – being polite

Costs nothing, and to write

A card is the work of but a moment.

‘Send them one of your specials’,

She would say, and I would

Because I wanted to and could.

A chosen card, careful words

To comfort, make laugh, give news

I’d use all thoughts and crafts

And feel fulfilled in doing so.

I am my mother’s daughter.

I celebrate this, while I miss her.