Dandelions
When the first one left
for school, mother cried,
walked him to the bus stop.
With the second and third
much more a chore of joy
than a pang of regret.
First year of college came
with a mother’s pining
and hugging each time
he came and went, but
with the second and third
less need for sentiment.
Marriage took the oldest
and mother grieved deeply.
She lost his youth to life
and wife and family.
With second and third
she gained daughters-in-law.
Silver hoary heads shine
along meadow ridges
in ageless repetition
sowing new seeds
on the wind.
When the first one left
for school, mother cried,
walked him to the bus stop.
With the second and third
much more a chore of joy
than a pang of regret.
First year of college came
with a mother’s pining
and hugging each time
he came and went, but
with the second and third
less need for sentiment.
Marriage took the oldest
and mother grieved deeply.
She lost his youth to life
and wife and family.
With second and third
she gained daughters-in-law.
Silver hoary heads shine
along meadow ridges
in ageless repetition
sowing new seeds
on the wind.