YET
The mother, calm and weaving,
had eyes of the gentle morning:
her child, yet, had dark stone gray.
The mother, kind and patient,
had a voice of utmost talent:
her child, yet, lacked that charm.
The mother, loving and careful,
had an attitude that would be aimful:
her child, yet, was much more stern.
The child, suppressed and of wryness,
had a character of utmost blankness:
her mother, yet;
the child says she was toxic.