July 11, 2016


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