Daughters. Taught to live this way

or that. I had no role model

no one to take over when I was gone. 

How, then could I protect them,

how then could I shape them,

away from the frowns? 

There were no podcasts, no Insta advice,

I wrote those parenting blogs

lamenting, venting, ranting out 

my thoughts. How then, could I save

the girls from the world, how 

did I wear the “mother” crown? 

How could I ever protect them 

from all that life had to hurl

at them, the curved balls, 

the odd lessons meted out? 

I couldn’t, no one could. 

that thought brought me down. 

Time passed. All the odd lessons

we learned, the curved balls 

we learned to pass around. 

And that hurling congealed mess

that could only take us nowhere,

are now taking us to town!