Not Like My Mother

I want to be like you, she says

The same way I wanted to be like my own mother

Once

She clomps across the lounge, my heels

Never imagining her feet will one day fill those shoes

Soon

But her demons will be hers, to wrestle

Just as mine are mine and not hers nor my mother’s

Later

As a teenager, I said

I hate you and I will never be like you

Ever

But even so, I smile

When people say, you are just like your mother

Sometimes

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