Mother and Daughter

We walk the same,
And talk the same.
Both of us stubborn,
Once our mind is made up we stick it out.
Our faith is unshakeable.
She molded me into who I am,
I have her build,strength and determination.
Her laugh is my laugh,
Lets face it I am her at a younger age.
I have her height, face and smile.
Her eyes are blue,
Mine are brown.
Her hands are small,
Mine are lengthy.
My fingernails curve slightly,
Just the way hers do.
She does things with grace and poise.
I am clumsy and less elegant.
Our hearts are fragile,
But our spirits unbroken.
I take all I am from her,
Yet each day I see more.
We are mother and daughter,
Two different women,
Yet we share so much.
She made me who I am,
But she learns from me as well as I do from her.
I was her special gift,
Although I see her as mine.