Leaving those trusting eyes—
was indeed the cruelest act I have
ever partaken in.

Tagging along after numerous hugs,
These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as
mortal enemy. Now this nonliving
object was my ultimately my enemy.

Silently they wept, I wrap
my arms around her, I gave
everything I had to offer.
Hope

Washing over the diluted curvatures of
my face, my mind began to spin out of control.
Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag
of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core.

Every motherly instinct I possessed now
Stood,
perched in
tip-toed fashion.

Stunning those hopeful faces,
I turned my back—
like everyone else who had come
before me.

Sliding into the bus seat one final time,
my numbness took over—aching
taking refuge on a limb.

Had I held them back from their victory?
Or had I helped them pursue it?

Transforming, I will never be
the same. Will I go back for those
kids?