In Fair Spring Air

In passing on this bright spring morn, I smiled, I nodded, said “Hello”: The mom glimpsed over, grinned my way, Still wheeled her stroller through warm sun While, back, I glanced and reminisced On younger days that filled my life, On years of kids, the toil and fret; I glanced once more, resumed my walk, My wife beside me, hand in mine— As one, we strolled through fair spring air, And relished many springs ahead.