Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Of a Mother's Uncertainties

That’s how they leave
In little pink mitten waves
And baby-teeth grins
To doors closing softly at midnight
Tiptoeing and dancing
Through an autumn
Disappearing way too fast
All the while
They smile
And I,
Uncertain of what else to do
Smile back

© Janet Martin

...she can laugh at the days to come. Prov. 31:25


  1. o love it !
    specially when i am thinking of having one of my own :)

  2. It is the most beautiful and precious agony on the face of this earth! Best wishes!


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