Love expressed in stones
Of assorted colors
The sea-green jade
The blue chevron beads
The orange carnelian
The creamy ivory
In myriad shapes
Crafted by long ago hands
That knew the profile of beauty
How did the hands also know
Their art would travel through time
And strengthen the bond between
Mothers and daughters?
I clutch these beads
Ah, the splendor of feeling
The love of mothers
before mine
Smiling with delight
Knowing well that
Daughters after me
Will be blanketed by this warmth.
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