Autumn Leaf

The old woman sits first
Smiles and bades the child
To sit by her side
The child of maybe two
Or maybe three makes a face
Wrinkles her nose
Avoids her outstretched hand
Runs to sit by her mother
Seeing this the mother
Smiles apologetically at her
And pats her child fondly.
Outside the wind blows
Blows away the dead leaves
The old woman smiles
And waits.