I am a motherless daughter,
blessed with daughters,
two.
I navigated their early years
with a time-limited blueprint
truncating abruptly
at age 14,
when my own mother died.
Suddenly.
Unexpectedly.
Now with my two daughters
I am chartless,
No guide or mentor,
and yet rewarded
by the journey
by the joy
in small shared moments
and unexpected way-stations.
Bittersweet.
For in the growing bonds
we share
I feel at times
the phantom pain
of what I have never known.
And now I wonder
what blueprint are we crafting
together
in this unchartered territory,
Mother and daughters?
I am a motherless daughter
Blessed with daughters
Two.
Nix the comfort zone 
I love the way you arranged your words. That in itself spoke volumes. With my own mom unwell, they spoke to my heart.
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Lovely. I, too, am a motherless daughter with two of my own. You poem resonated.
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Blessed with daughters
Two.
(And they,
blessed with you!)
Wondering if you shared this with your daughters (are they old enough to understand?). Your vulnerability and joy are palpable!
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I did share this with my daughters and actually sliced about the resulting conversation with one of them. Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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Tenderly brilliant.
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Lovely. I thought it was very effective to repeat the beginning lines at the end. I’m a motherless daughter, but have 2 sons. Not quite the same.
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