She hobbled towards with kids
Dangling from her
Arms and hips like
She was a shabby baby tree.
Nothing more than eighteen, yet
Looking like she was ninety-three.
I pulled down the window to
Earwig the words exchanged:
As you do, with nothing new.
“One day, Mummy!” I heard.
“I will carry you, when I’m big!
“Because I love you, mummy!”
The rest joined in with choruses of
“I love you too, Mummy!”
“I love you more, Mummy and
“Will carry you to the moon!”
She smiled and grew.
As she tottered down the street.
The traffic lights silently changed
From red to green.
We moved forward,
She grew smaller.
I hope they remember their vows.
Time can dull the mind, after all.