Should I be like you and toe the line,
follow rules that served a different time?
Be like the ones that play pretend,
let it burn and fester so there’s a bitter end?
Give all up that feels free and light
so you can call the shots and guide my life.
Could I do for you
like you did for your mother but find a better way.
Where there’s love and respect each other
and a space where we both have our say.
To mothers who were the daughters that brought change quietly.
And to their brave daughters who have held on to it and learned to speak out.
This poem is a take-off on A Space Where We Both Have Our Say a poem I wrote many years ago.
2 thoughts on “Toe The Line”
Excellent musing on the cycles of behavior passed from mother to daughter through the generations! Love the question “Could I do for you/like you did for your mother but find a better way.”
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Thanks so much Murisopsis! The world would be such a different place if all women asked this question.
Some part of the struggle for equality and the right to live freely is external – that is outside of ourselves and our families. But much of it is within the family and needs to be addressed.