Treasure Island

Patricia Kelley

(March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

We don't always agree


There are times she isn’t always honest with me.
And we don’t always agree.
But, there are times she can be sweeter than a glass of sweet tea.
I don’t always understand her.
Nor does she always understand me.
And sometimes, we can become as distant as the sea.
But, when we both come together it can be as sweet as cherries picked from a cherry tree.
We no longer need a referee.
It can become a sweet memory.
Of a mother and daughter spending, their time together.
When true emotions come together,
The love shared between a mother and daughter.

Submitted: Friday, April 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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Relationships between mother and daughter

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