Fine Procession Mother And Daughter Poem by Ezna Stephna

It is a fine procession I walk as mother and friend.
You are too old to receive the entire wound
Away with a kiss from a scrap.

You look as dramatic as I had imagined
When I held you for the first time.
You were such a diamond to me.
I know that I can be challenging.
I know in my head that you need to be let go.
But my heart continues to say no.
It is too soon to lose my youngest to the world outside.

So please understand I don’t like
The way things are going.
I don’t want to keep pushing you away.
I want to cross the line into the next stage.
Where we laugh and share
with out judgment but still praise.

I think you are the most amazing
Precious jewel that I was fortunate to be given.
So please give me time and I will continue to step
Into the shadows until you call.
I know that I have finished my career
and now it is time for you to take your place.

You are a woman with so much approach and grace.
I adore you daughter with each breath I take.
I can observe you in my eye.
All I can visualize is your smile and beauty so fine.

I am so sorry to make you feel so frustrated.
I wish that we can start from today
shaping the relationship that we both want
but are having a hard time making.

written: ezna 23/sept/2010
Time: 1.29am