Mother Daughter Poem

Generation Bridge

The generation gap cannot be breached, or is it only a matter of speaking the right language?

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© Jill Pletcher

Published: Feb 2006

So Far So Good

Sitting quietly with headphones on,
My fifteen year old beauty of a daughter waved to me from her
Cross-legged position and smiled.

She was lip reading and shaking her head affirmatively when I asked her if she wanted me to make dinner.

In a voice louder than unplugged ears need use, she said, 'got new music, mom', and again she smiled. From the kitchen I motioned to her and felt her staring at my mouth as I asked her to put the music on the stereo.

I wondered what kind of music was captivating her. I seasoned the tilapia and placed it on the Forman grill when I heard the new music float in from the living room.

I felt an uncontrollable grin begin to spread across my face when I realized my daughter's new music was my old music! This music was timeless and meaningful and we both knew the words'

"If you smile at me I will understand
'cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language."
~by Crosby, Stills, and Nash

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