lessons to be learned
enormous yellow bus
makes historic stop
at the corner of oak
and every avenue
daddy holds his little girl’s
hand as the two of them
stand speechless staring
at the flashing stop sign
the door swings open
and curious feet disappear
into a swarming world
of pushing and pulling
march two thousand thirteen
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A beautiful piece.
thank you very much – i’m delighted you enjoyed
J -can’t imagine letting go of that little hand – off into the world! very sweet poem – K
I hear you, Kathleen. My daughter’s are 21 and 17 – don’t think I’ll ever be able to go entirely.
Good daddies are like that! K
Amazing how we can learn life lessons in simple images from our day-to-day. If only people looked closely to the details.
So true, Luise – thank you for visiting here again.
I am always reading your posts, silly you! 🙂
as i do yours 😀
I love this poem! “Historic stop” is a brilliant combination—I always felt like every movement made by the school bus was historic and significant.
That’s very cool, Millie – so glad you love this one!
great poem…takes me right back, and urges me to move forward too – thanks for sharing 🙂
That’s great – so glad you enjoyed this one, Helen.