Young mother with her baby boy
dressed warmly in green caudoroy.
Bounces him against her shoulder.
As the day fades and grows colder.
I watch them for a moment; so full of joy!
Every young mother loves her baby boy!
The way she smiles for him, the way he laughs!
She’ll have treats for him; bananas cut in half!
And she sees me watching, smiles at me.
Some glorious things cannot be you destiny.
I wave back at her, thinking of lost lovers;
how many of them now are young mothers.