School Bus

B.Holmes
My eyes follow him up the street,
our first baby has a bus to meet.
I warn him of cars and strangers,
praying he'll avoid all danger.

Into the school bus see him go,
it drives away and I'm feeling woe.
For my baby is no longer mine,
his life is his, for the rest of time.

From Motherhood, a book of poems.

Published by B.Holmes

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  • Bobbi Holmes8/8/2008

    That young boy who I wrote this poem about, is returning today from his honeymoon. Tomorrow will be his 29th Birthday. Wasn't it just yesterday?

  • Restaurant Chef8/8/2008

    Fantastic

  • Layla Lair8/8/2008

    My daughter leaves for college next week and my world will be forever changed. The school bus in only the begining of this journey. Enjoy it all. :-)

  • Yeshuan8/8/2008

    Letting go the first time stings like your first vaccination. Wonderful writing!

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