Mirrored Lessons

In the heart of my youth, under a teenage sun,
Jen inscribed on glass, a lesson just begun.
“Everything happens for a reason,” she wrote,
On an hourglass mirror, afloat,
Hanging by a ribbon, in my room’s soft light,
A beacon through chaos, a guiding sight.

As a mother now, with a child in embrace,
I ponder that mirror, its enduring grace.
Amid life’s wild dance, a constant, it seems,
A holder of reflections, a weaver of dreams.

That day, long past, in tears I lay,
Over heartaches and shadows, in young dismay.
Jen, with a stroke bold and keen,
Painted words on glass, a future unseen.

Her lipstick, a brush of wisdom and care,
In strokes of scarlet, she laid her soul bare.
“Everything happens,” she said, “for a reason,”
In that hourglass mirror, through every season.

Now, in the quiet of night, I see,
In that hourglass mirror, a part of me.
A mother, a woman, once a girl in despair,
Finding strength in reflections, in the cool night air.

Through trials and smiles, and time’s steady march,
The mirror stood witness, as life arched.
From teenage woes to a mother’s embrace,
In that hourglass mirror, I find my grace.

So here I stand, with a heart full and open,
Echoing Jen’s words, a mantra unbroken.
In the mirror’s gaze, I finally see,
“Everything happens for a reason,” the key.

In each reflection, a story untold,
Of love, of pain, of moments bold.
In my child’s eyes, in the mirror’s gleam,
Life unfolds, like a waking dream.