I watch every morning as they climb on board
that yellow bus.
It is routine.
But today I am sad, and I think about how
I used to sing the song
when they were little...
"The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round".
These days they take on new meaning.
That bus, that bright, yellow bus
the one that drives them
away from me
to that destination
you know the one that is supposed
to educate, support, uplift and inspire
This has been a difficult year for one of my 3 wishes.
Jr. High can be a cruel place
one won't conform.
As the bus drives away today,
as those big wheels turn round and round...
the hands of time
do as well.
I long for them to be back home once more
so that I can
sort through the rubbish they have been fed,
and fill them up instead with
kind words, compassion, an open heart, an understanding ear
with a ton of mama's love.