here comes the bus again, I walk
down the driveway, barefoot, they
get off and sluggishly slink toting
backpacks, still they haven't seen me
I look up the street for cars
then comes the syncopated screaming,
'Daddy! '
running to me, into my arms and
eyes beaming, the truest of hugs,
I am complete again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent.. nice to find a happy poem.. a goodness in life.