It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days
She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully
But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small
That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers
It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends
It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions
I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching
Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show
Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
It started out huge
picking my tiny daughter up for school on the first
of many many too many days
She would hop on
sometimes begrudgingly
hopping off always joyfully
But as she has grown
that bus has begun to shrink
and become ever so small
That bus seemed plenty big enough
for her and her giant backpack
her crayons and papers
It seemed to be just right as she
continued to board with her novels
and friends
It seems too small now
Too small to hold her and all of her
dreams and ambitions
I no longer see her on that bus
but walking through some bucolic campus
sitting under shade trees sketching
Or stepping off of a busy curb
over puddles and around cars
on her way to a gallery or show
Yes, that bus has been shrinking
and I can't stop it
but I can marvel at how it has changed
