Mothers Have Regrets

Fancy myself pragmatic
but these cherubic faces
render me nostalgic

Not for the times –
for they were hard –
but for the ideal lost

Speculate on failings
shallow expectations,
pray I did enough.

(Found this old photograph of my two girls.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

29 thoughts on “Mothers Have Regrets”

  1. Love this… especially the last stanza. The image too… could almost be my sister and I when we were young, certainly in terms of hairstyles and dresses . Ah, nostalgia, and the prayer towards it we make, with every photo we take of our loved ones

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