Visiting your grown up daughters can be hard

They are not who they used to be.

They are not children or girlfriends

predictable and unwieldy.

One is curt with me, ever assuming

I’m possibly up to no good.

Oh, and I know nothing.

And the other is happy living in chaos.

A chaos I find difficult to inhabit.

But, oh, I am wisdom personified.

Either can be a safe haven in a storm.

Both are inundated by the demands family life.

One worries about me, one does not

and I love them each so very too much.