Bus Fare


We are terrified
at the thought of our daughters
becoming adults

not plagued by the usual fears
of texting while driving
disrespectful young men

unreturned phone calls
settling in a faraway state
grandchildren we rarely see

but of purchasing groceries
getting on the correct bus
leaving the gas stove burning

we sit together
around our table at Starbucks
each Saturday morning

our daughters
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
at Special Olympics Cheer practice

who will shelter them
when we’ve gone
and their uniforms have grown too snug

love them for their quirky
peculiarities of over nurturing
circle spinning and doodling

these women
who’ll never be jaded
and offer only hugs

who will keep them


April 2, 2013
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo #2


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