Sandra Martyres

Rookie - 1 Points (5th October / Mumbai - India)

Waiting At The Bus Stop - Poem by Sandra Martyres

The freezing winds
Chilled her to the bone
Her heavy black overcoat
Did not seem to protect her
From the treacherous cold
She stood at the bus stop like
One with Parkinson's disease
The passers by just stared
And walked away quietly
While she continued to wait
Her son was arriving
By the late night bus
After completing a jail term
For a crime he did not commit
She wanted to be the first to
Hug him and take him home
After his dreadful ordeal.

Finally after what seemed
Like hours and hours
The Bus rolled in and she
Rushed to the exit door
Waiting excitedly as
The passengers alighted
But she did not spot him
Desperation overcame her
And she boarded the bus
To check if he had fallen
Asleep on one of the seats
But she found no commuters
As she turned to the driver
To inquire about her son
She heard a soft voice say
'Mother - thank you for
Waiting for me - but my spirit
Has forsaken me I cannot
Come home again goodbye'

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, June 4, 2010

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