From the moment I made my journey
into this world and became
your child, we were mother
and daughter sharing one name
but knowing nothing else about each other.
We spent a lifetime learning that
I don’t like to sew
That you like to grow
orchids, that we both speak our minds,
But are often the same, you know,
And yet both one of a kind.
There we were mother and child.
Then we were mother and independent woman for a while
Then we were, after a long time, friends;
Made plans, made trips, made up and tied loose ends.
Now we are mothers together, you and I,
From the moment of that journey when I had my own
daughter to smile at, I had never known
what love could be between a mother and child.
But now we are mothers, and I know.
–– Louella Dizon San Juan