Mothers and daughters

Were daughters and mothers

Not so long ago

We give and take

And take and give

Along time's endless row.

Love is passed

And love received

To be passed on again

A precious heirloom

Twice, twice blessed

A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on

And treasure it

The me I have received

And when the roles

Reverse again

I'll have what I most need.

So may our love

Go on and on

A hundred thousand years

Mothers and daughters

Daughters and mothers

Through joys and other tears.