Echoes

I heard my mother’s voice today
An echo faintly heard
In conversation
It was the strangest thing to say
I don’t know where it came from
It was a word of caution
Not my usual style
It brought Mama to my mind
Some things seem universal
A mother’s concern for her child
Somehow expressions of that love
Be they caution’s tale
Trump even fear of censure
My daughter so sure
And in her prime
Looks askance at me
Just Mama speaking through me
An echo cross the void
Was what I thought
But didn’t say!