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

Everywhere.

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.