I had two mothers - two mothers I claim, Two different people, yet with the same name. Two separate woman, diverse by design, But I loved them both because they were mine. The first was the mother who carried me here, Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career. She was the one whose features I bear, Complete with the facial expressions I wear. She gave her love, which follows me yet, Along with the examples in life she set. As I got older, she somehow younger grew, And we'd laugh just as mothers and daughters do. But then came the time that her mind clouded so, And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go. So quickly she changed and turned into the other, A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother. Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm's length, But now she was the child and I was her strength. We'd come full circle us women three, My Mother the first, the second and me. And if my own children should come to a day, When a new Mother comes and the old goes away, I'd ask of them nothing that I didn't do. Love both of your Mother's as both loved you.