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.

Author: hansonberries

As a teacher of sixth graders, ma special place is my classroom; my home-away-from-home. My first home I share with my husband, our dog Quincy, two cats, and my tortoise friend, Misha. I also have been blessed with a horse named Arjay. We have three adult children and five grandchildren, the joy of our lives. Life is good. I am an equestrian, a writer, a reader, a gardener, and I repurpose furniture.

8 thoughts on “Reflections”

  1. Love this! I love this phrase especially – “aches with longing and bursts with joy” …this is what it is like to look at our adult children…how lucky you are to see your daughters as mothers! Beautiful.

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  2. This is a very sweet poem. I was looking at Everett the other day and was feeling proud and sad at how big he is getting. The days are long but the years are short! 😩

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