like and unlike

Written for:  The Twiglets #85 – “unlike my mother”

She thought of herself
as being unlike
her mother. With age,
each time she started
speaking, her mother’s
voice emerged.

“You are not unlike
your mother.”
She did not know
if this was meant
as a compliment.

She is nothing like my mother, he claimed,
more demure, does not curse or place blame
He took her to dinner
where she proved a sinner
swilled drinks, and cursed–same as the old dame.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to like and unlike

  1. Jules says:

    (he he) I remember the first time I scolded my children and my hand with pointer finger started wagging… Hopefully though we do become individual enough to be our own person. 🙂


  2. Ah yes these well-known ironies!


  3. Misky says:

    I’ve just returned from a 3-week trip visiting family. I am for-sure a copy of my mother. Most worrying.


  4. I can relate to the first and second. What is it with mother/daughter relationships that make them so tricky?


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