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