Leave-taking
My heart clung to the emptying room while I held you close, And I was true in my heart as I trudged that night with unwilling steps. And then the cab moved through ever-stretching roads, Taking me away from you, and I boarded the train And moved on. And then I watched the moving hands of time impatiently And longed to reach my destination. And now I am home and settled, and quite at ease, But at that hour of leave-taking, I hadn't wished to come. I did not want to leave you, mother, but it's true I'm glad home.