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Watching her

standing on the bus-

she in student’s garb on the

early morning commute-

I think:

it matters not that I had taken

that same bus a thousand times

in linen whites

standing on legs

afoot all day,

holding to the monkey bars

and wondering

“where have all the gentlemen gone?”

while she had gone another route

to avoid the bus.

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Today, years later,

I’ve doffed my nurse’s cap

to take another course

and I’m least inclined to ride the bus.

Yet, I contend to

stand alongside her-

just for today-

jerking with every “air-brakes” stop;

watching her asleep on foot.

For after all,                                             passing on

she has taken her own path

only to follow in my steps!

 

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Author: mywrite2016

I am a freelance writer living in the Caribbean country of Trinidad and Tobago. Author of three self-published books- No More Tears, To Kryss with Love and Dust Yourself Off and Try Again. I am the mother of two girls- 21 and 11 years old- a teacher and trained nurse.

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