Through Mother s Photos

In this photo, Mom is only eight,
Ahead lies paths both hard and great.
Her eyes are bright with questions new,
And countless days to venture through.

Here she's eighteen, fresh and bold,
So many dreams for life to hold.
Love and doubt walk hand in hand,
At every crossroad in this land.

Twenty-eight, she stands with pride,
College done, new paths to ride.
Choices made that shaped her way,
A home where love grows day by day.

Thirty-eight, but looks much less,
Time flies by, I must confess.
Ten years passed just like a dream,
Swift as rivers down their stream.

Forty-eight, with wisdom earned,
Through many lands and lessons learned.
Found the answers that she sought,
Loved and laughed and gave her heart.

Fifty-eight, the pages turn,
Lost some dear ones, hearts still burn.
Grandchild grown, no questions stay,
As time rolls on day after day.

Now at sixty-eight she stands,
Work days done by time's commands.
New adventures still ahead,
Joy and peace upon her thread...