LANDAYS FOR AUGUST

Spring

Those first words, the first steps hinting

At resignation. Babies growing…

Summer
Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,
Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems.

Autumn
Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,
She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still.

Winter
An ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,
Mom lets go with grace, a soft, knowing face.