February 19, 2012

Taxi

My mother waits,
quiet in the cold,
the engine running steady,
headlights just showing
softly through snow.
My date will sit
between us,
telling how to go,
mother feeling the time
from my birth until now,
her labors finally over,
gauges showing
fuel enough to park.
She eases into drive,
approaching slowly,
eager to get us
home before dark.