Strange, how your face seems to morph into mine.......
Your angry words, the look in your eyes - an echo of mine.
Words spoken long ages ago, come back to haunt me, through you.
Now I am on the 'other' side, feeling both fear and love, like every mother -
While you chafe and protest, wishing to break free, break the boundaries that I have extended .....but they are still boundaries.
We re-enact the eternal scene........only the people change; the feelings, the conflicts, sometimes even the words, do not.
