Today I sat on the bus <br /> <br />uncertain <br /> <br />trying to believe in myself <br /> <br />a boy of about 12- <br /> <br />about Andrees' age <br /> <br />my son's age- <br /> <br />hesitated <br /> <br />sat next to me <br /> <br />I wanted to put my arm around him <br /> <br />noticing the likeness of his brown hair <br /> <br />the similarity of his jacket <br /> <br />to the one Grammy Mary bought him <br /> <br />just a few months ago <br /> <br />I wanted to smile <br /> <br />hold his hand <br /> <br />I wanted to cry <br /> <br />instead I sat <br /> <br />remembering to breathe, <br /> <br />and appreciated his presence <br /> <br />quietly to myself. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />©2 October 2008 Portland, OR <br />Inspired by the following poem, part of Portland's poetry in motion series. <br />i believe in my self slowly <br />it takes all of the doubt i've got <br />it takes my worry. <br />Lyric 12 by Primus St. John<br /><br />Pilar (Pia) Mogollon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inspired-by-bus-poems/
