Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Heather Gelb- A Poem

The Bus Stop

I drive my son,
A soldier boy in uniform,
To the bus stop where
Woman and children have been stabbed,
Men ran over,
And three boys kidnapped and murdered
On the way home from school

And still the place is alive
With humanity on the way to

Fear remains trampled on the pavement

I send my worry skyward and
Turn my son towards the sunrise.
See how the yellow light
Glows and spreads,
So soft and gentle,
Crossing borders and
Caressing the vision
Of all mothers
Who must leave their child
At the bus stop,
On the way
To a place
Touched by the sun.

 Brief Bio – I find that training for marathons is an ideal time for rearranging all those words in my mind into poetic thoughts and stories.

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