I met her on the bus I rode to work each day.

Though she was silent as she stared I knew she had a lot to say.

Don't sit with her the others conversed

she might have lice or crabs or something worse.

I've been noticing her ways for days and I began to care.

She rode along in silence her light blue eyes fixed in stare'

Her name was Esmerelda she had so much love to share,

a lifetime of wisdom, a head full of white hair.
Beside her purse and shawl there was a box full of seeds
oh, thats for my angels she pulled up her sleeves.
She got off at the park by the old flour mill
Soon birds were all over, the park quickly filled.

In youth she had beauty and yes, quite a dancer.

But poverty and war soon spread like a cancer.

She had her love of many years always by her side.

With Gus they had strength of heart and soul in kind.

Big Gus worked at the mill that ran both night and day.

I love you more than even bread is what he used to say.
Now one sad day he left her side
called up to go and fight.
Esmerelda was fine by day but cried most every night.
Soon the war was over she saw soldiers coming home.
Her Gus was nowhere in sight, she felt so alone.
One day some soldiers came to her with news
She cried at first then realized his love she'd never lose.
To ease the pain she rode the bus to the park
arriving by day not leaving till dark.
Gus always said he wished he could fly
and now and then theres a dove passing by
to kiss her sweet cheek and it seems she has learned
although Gus left his spirit returned.
I never thought Id meet an angel riding on the bus

I will cherish the story always of Esmerelda and Gus.