Heart on a Yellow Bus


Daily we walk up the hill
Young enough to hold my hand still
Full of laughs and chatter
Awaiting the yellow bus's clatter
Hear the brakes screech and whine
With flashing lights and opening sign
As whooshing doors open
Last words are spoken
They close upon my heart
When for another day we part
Watching the yellow bus go
Knowing its return will be slow
Back my heart comes at three
When he runs smiling to me

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