School Bus

I have a child.
He wants me to meet at the bus.
I do not do it all just right.
But he wants me to meet at the bus!
Some days, I do better than others.
Giggly studies at night for the test.
Other days, I fear, I fall short
When I miss magic memories.
I try to sit with those feelings,
And use them for learning and hope.
Sitting, too, with gratitude,
And savoring my miracles.
As I promise inside to do better,
He asks me to meet at the bus.
It’s the small, precious moments I return to
As I lace up and head to the bus…