~
A young mother walking
where young mothers go,
 
she passes me by,
my two dogs in tow.
 
While talking to someone
by cellular phone,
 
a wide wake awakens
the space from her home.
 
She doesn’t go far
before hears the cry,
 
a young tot at window
is wailing Goodbye.
 
She waivers her tread,
continues on though;
 
onward she heads,
where young mothers go.
~
 

©2014, Marvin Welborn
1 July 2014.
Revised 3 July 2014.