Memories

Sometimes
better left forgotten

Sometimes
come forward too quickly

Sometimes
catch me off-guard
remind me of

who I was
what I did
how I lived

the kids (sigh)

Memories

Sometimes
create tears of

regret
sadness
regret

they form in wells
resting on the eyelid
ready to fall

Remembering

who I am now
what I do
how I live

Jesus

Creating

new memories
new moments
new mothering

The thought of who I am
fights off the past
prevents the tears from falling

Victory reigns!