Mother's Day
The morning is a quiet morning.
All are still asleep.
A soft purr from the living room
A last remnant of yesterday,
Mother's Day.
A reunion of sorts...
My sister, her husband , her daughter.
Travelers whose paths crossed at my doorstep.
Whose lives intersect with mine.
A comedy of errors waiting to happen.
Perspective.
The only conclusion.
The lesson I take from this.
We were raised together;
Same home,
Same Mom,
Same rules.
Three completely different scrapbooks.
The photos the same,
The captions, miles apart.
Mlea 05/09
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