Reflections of a Mother

Reflections of my eyes are looking back at mine considering the memories I thought were left behind. Attempting to remember happy moments that avail while visions of regret return to me unveiled. A parent's love perfected must from their failures bloom. Intentions, not considered, by memories are consumed. Her childhood has departed A mother she's become. New memories now beginning with an infant of her own. Mirrored in her eyes, I see a pondering of concern. Memories, though unwelcome, are lessons she must learn. If any wisdom taken from days of nurtured past, I pray she will discover that childhood memories last.