I see them standing
at the tight tomorrow

certain of growing older,
holding hands.

I say it is decided
where they are kids

but do not fear hope.
I say it is decided

but not in knowing
they are about to go into

that white space where
time is as if tomorrow.

Holding hands and
to not know want,

confident something is coming.
Mother, hold on,

it is okay to not know.
It will come.