A Mother to Daughter

With love I've nurtured you to
save you from the image of mine.
What image do you talk of?
The distorted image of my selfless, naive
and excruciating being.

Well maybe I am exhausted
of the terms I have to adhere to survive.
The echoes that prick...
Prick like thorns on my skin.

What if I come to have the same fate as you?
Well that's the beauty of fate,
you can mould it however you desire.
Mind you, beware of the lions in your path.

But I'm scared of the lions.
How do I fight them?
Who said they are dreadful?
And who said you are timid?

I desire you to be a warrior
fighting your own battles like a woman.
A woman? Fight?
How so they are in the same line.

Why do you think women do not fight?
Her battle starts from the hearth
And ends in her grave at last.
I would be mortified
seeing you abandon the battlefield
we fought in for ages.

Well maybe I retired from the battlefield
quite too soon,
but I shall bless you to carry the legacy and rule.
However, as I must say it on time
never trail around the image of mine