I am her daughter,
she is my kin.
I know you can't see
all the connections within.

You'd have to look closely,
past that without.
Blue eyes, blond hair,
I know why you doubt.

But life's not so simple
and neither is love,
she is my mother
open your eyes, see traces of

her smile in mine
her cheekbones, my voice
She's given me all these
and much more by choice.

So go on and question
I know you're beguiled
because secrets run deeper
between mother and child.

Happy Holidays!