Daughters

How do I explain how I feel?
It is as if when I am with them I am better, stronger, more alive
We become one,
a many faceted diamond,
each face different,
each sparkle from a slightly altered view,
strong on our own; stronger yet together

Scott has called us the ‘Sister Mafia’
Perhaps he senses the strength when we unite

Certainly the volume rises, the laughter increases
and we drive anyone male completely insane with too much exposure

Heaven promises a crown
Personally, I think I have mine already
Four beautiful stones and two in the making



What more beauty could a mother want?