Outside, birds were chirping and
Trees were slowly swaying.
She had both her hands wrapped around my small hand,
And her face was covered with uncertainties
And emotions I couldn’t read.
“Take care of them.”
She said these words so slow, as she took her hands away
And brushed off dried leaves from her skirt.
As she stood up, something assured me
For sure that my mother was going away,
For good this time….I searched for a smile on her puzzled face.
Yet, I could only find the meaning of her words…
And yes she was moving out.