The Florence Factor

for the two Florences

They span two generations, one continent,
Two nations but one culture despite dissent,
One is my mother, but both are my friend
I owe them more than I could ever lend

Each one has been a mother first and foremost
But all along their life they marked the milepost
Mindful of their need to seek the innermost
Meaning, adventuring to the furthest outpost

The one reminds the other that her journey's just
The very start to a pilgrimage she must trust
Maybe it's better to burn out than rust
Fight for freedom of the mind than just adjust

One is still dark of hair and one is now white
Both retired from working where might was right
But not alright. Both await the coming night
Alive and vibrant and beautifully bright

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