MOTHERS are their daughters a little grown up

Daughters are their MOTHERS that haven’t caught up

They love and they fight but when they look back

Daughters will know that their MAMA was right

The ways of the world will be learned slow

Taking the steps a little at a time

The rush of time will all too soon catch up

Then when the look back comes

Appreciation is the measure of the game

Daughters remember when MOM was there

MOMS remember she didn’t seem to care

She stayed aloof and rolled her eyes

All suggestions were replied to with sighs

I got to be a fly on the wall

At a gathering of daughters and MOMS

I heard the girls talk of how MOM was there

Her values and faith always strong

How now looking back she knew she was wrong

MOM was there for her all along

Now day to day, with girls of their own

They find themselves being MOM too

The rules they lay down, the clichés they recite

They look in the mirror

            Yea, MOM was right

It comes down from generation to generation

Granma told MOM who said it to them

Who’d ever think they would say it again

To girls of their own who roll their eyes

And reply to everything with sighs.