...and that's ok.
at my age, she loved hairbands. large sunglasses. big earrings.
loves scarves probably as much as i do.
she steals my earrings
she loves to wear my necklaces
and tells me how i remind her of her youth
i'm so glad we are alike. i am.
it makes a connection that i thought i never had with her.
we lived separate for years and i thought we grew apart
but little did i know
that even though we were far, disconnected and more
my mother's instincts, looks and loves
grew in me too.
i guess it's just a bond that only god can explain.
i only hope to become the strong woman she is today, when i get there.