I’ve watched you grow and change,
a different form of yourself.
I glimpse myself in the mirror
that is your face.
I look upon an angel in your arms
and see you reflected back.
I wonder at the years that have traveled
full circle returning us to where we started.
A poem for my daughters, young mothers who will one day stand in awe of their own children, as I do them. Wondering how time has escaped my grasp and brought me to this place. Seeing them with their babies who remind me of them as babies. And my heart both aches with longing and bursts with joy of days past and present.