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Mothers and daughters ought to be friends,

But there is a lot that gets in the way.

The determined pursuit of opposite ends,

Ends up as harsh words we would rather not say.



Yet storms tend to pass, and passions abate,

And love to outlast the days of despair,

And comfort to come to those who would wait,

And friendships to flourish in those who forbear.



So we must be patient, and fight, if we must,

With the knowledge that love will endure what we do.

The anger is wind, and the angels are dust,

But love will be waiting whenever we're through