Do you see him in the door of the bus?
He gets on every morning at 7:50 a.m. and goes 2/10th of a mile to school.
I miss him as soon as the door closes.
He lets me kiss him goodbye.
On the porch.
Long before the bus is in site.
He's a 7th grader now, you know.
Can't let your friends see a granny kissing you good-bye.
He's growing up.
He will leave us someday.
And I will miss him!