The wheels on the bus

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

to them,

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

and

 to that destination

you know the one that is supposed

to educate, support, uplift and inspire

them.

This has been a difficult year for one of my 3 wishes.

Jr. High can be a cruel place 

when

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.

And

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

and 

with a ton of mama's love.