Grumbling bus continues its journey
i-pod plays another country song
While little children chatter about nothing.
asleep in front, she's twenty-three
They talk to her, but she can't hear
smile at her, it won't be remembered
Thoughts about the day ahead ramble in silence
the morning has been a mess
Another glance around the old clattering school bus
Unseeing eyes now watch,
lips move clumsily and awkward spilling nothing but tiny squeaks
A plastic baby bottle hits the dusty floor,
water gently laps at the sides before settling.
They pick it up for her but it will not be taken
arms and legs now move, purposely I'm not sure
Into the commotion of the classroom now
amongst the brightly painted walls chalkboards and desks
a young woman floats endlessly in nothingness
Every tiny blessing was counted that morning
In that instant I knew the lesson just given would never be forgotten
thank you for the hardships, and the good times too.
With misty eyes I aimed my chair towards the next hall
It's time for the first class

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