The poet was driving from her parents' home to the airport with her 60-year-old mother. Seeing her mother dozing with an ashen, corpse-like face, the poet felt pain realizing how old her mother had become. Outside, young trees sprinted and children played, providing contrast. During security check, the poet again saw her mother's pale, wan face and felt the familiar childhood fear of losing her. Though upset, she smiled and said goodbye, hoping to see her mother again.