Remember the bus stop?
A poem in tribute to when kids actually went to school
Slowly
Children
Hiked up
Onto the platform
Overlooking the green pleather rows
Leaving behind their familiar home life
Building anticipation
Up in their minds about
Seeing friends and conversations that might happen
Softly
Caregivers
Hung back
Offering silent prayers
Overcome that moment with pangs of
Loving anxiety, hoping for success
But also for challenge to
Unharness potential,
Strengthen social skills, and wear them out a little
This is an acrostic poem, to capture the whimsy of a school-related topic. I wanted to tell the same story from two different perspectives, the way Monet painted the same scene in different atmospheres.
The first poem was written after interviewing two school age boys to see what goes through their heads when they climb aboard the bus. The other comes from my own experience as a parent. I hope to have that experience again…very soon!
