Little
Angel On The Bus
by Bud Lemire on June 8,
2004
It was her
sparkling eyes, which gave herself away
On the bus
ride to Escanaba, on such a sunny day
She was in
her Mother’s company, and waited for awhile
At the bus
stop in Gladstone, radiant was her smile
While at the
Senior Center, and having time to wait
I said that
sometimes the bus, can be a little late
She said at
twenty after, it should be here at that time
The bus
arrived exactly, as I looked at that watch of mine
She patted
the seat next to her, motioning for my place
Not thinking
it was proper, I found another space
Her shining
personality, kept coming back to me
I knew she
was an Angel, though wings I couldn’t see
She got off
the bus, across from the K-Mart
The bus it
turned around, as it started to depart
Our eyes met
and locked, as the bus drove away
From the
little Angel who touched me, on that sunny day
This little girl touched me and made my whole day go so much better
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