Harmony of Opposites: A Mother's Love

Opposites yet the same, my mother and I,
As I grow older, clarity fills the sky.
I used to strive to be the opposite of my mom.
But now I see our shared traits, a bond set free.
In a simple smile or a turn of phrase,
Her presence echoes through my very ways.
The way I move, too the way I speak,
A reflection of her, even when I sleep.
To be distinct, to forge my own path,
Her essence lingers, an unbreakable tether that lasts.
She loves the religion, I am stardust's child,
Country versus rock, opinions running wild.
She stands with Trump, while I with Bernie side,
Divergent choices we can't coincide.
Yet horror movies, a love we both embrace,
From eerie radio tales to silver screen chase,
Together we laughed, finding joy in the thrill,
A shared memory that time cannot kill.
Kindness she taught, to have a vision of my own,
To see the world through lenses I have created.
A tireless worker, strength etched in her soul,
At seventy-three, she refuses to grow old.
A beacon of fortitude, she showed me the way,
As I left at fourteen, her lessons held sway.
Now we stand as friends, love unconditionally,
Tuesdays we gather, sharing lunch familiarly.
From our bond, the Whisker Sleuths took flight,
Forgiveness and love, our guiding light.
In this circle we've come, a full embrace,
Mother and child, interwoven with grace.
Opposites yet the same, intertwined we'll remain,
A symphony of differences, love's sweet refrain.
In this dance of contrasts, we've found our harmony,
A testament to the power of family
Between a mother and daughter