Saturday, August 28, 2010

Getting on the Bus

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!

1 comment:

  1. In 9 years, after a pro career in football starts, he'll take care of you and kiss you at any time anywhere


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