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They Needed Me As Much As I needed Them/Daily Prompt: Silver Linings

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

I was still injured but I needed a job.

I used to drive a “big rig”  but then I was hit,  by that bus.

I went through the savings which were sadly,  as in most case, s never enough.

I saw an Ad in a local paper for a Special Needs School Bus Driver,  surely I could drive a small van.

I applied for the position and they could clearly see my wounds but it was the ones inside that hurt the worst.
Due to my physical injuries I was given the troubled youths to transport to schools where they did not want to attend.

Many never even bothered  to get up and shower and dress for the day,  never mind step into the van.  Very sad.

One by one as they entered my school bus I introduced myself,  the one with the huge blue knee brace on.

I asked…

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Dad Bought Me Flowers

Originally posted on Living and Lovin:

Dad Bought Me Flowers

 

Remember I told you about my best friend well here she  is with me on a very happy occasion,  Graduation Day.  I had been out of School since January and the last thing I wanted was to be apart of this ceremony.  It was June,  it was nice out and I had to go because Dad bought me this beautiful corsage.  Not sure if it was Dad or Mom taking this photo but I am sure they told me to SMILE!  I was always the kid in school looking out the window wishing I was outside.  I really did not like too many teachers in the 12 years I attended. Back in school in the 60’s and 70’s too much was happening OUT THERE to be STUCK IN THERE.
I did have a female teacher MS HILL in fourth grade now she was cool!  She was our science…

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Song of the Star

Dear children,

I am the star -
No, not the enchanting, twinkling stars
In the dark night sky

Those, are for dreamers.

I am the star -
Glittering, alluring
The lamp to your future.

I am the brightest.

Come to me, dear children.
Into my world – your world – of A-Stars.

There are only stars, and the
Occasional
Shooting star.

There are no rainbows here for you to chase,
No fruitless quests for that pot of gold.
Child,
those, are for dreamers.

Join me in my song,
The chant of many -
Star, star, star.
A perfect, melodious harmony
Trembling with desire. Perfection. Rings in our ears.

Come to me, dear children.

I am the star that you need.

Not the twinkling stars in the night sky -
They are blind and dull.
Those,
Are for dreamers.

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5 in the Morning (A Day in the Life Challenge)

It’s 5 in the morning, and Marley the cat

Is screaming he’s hungry, that’s why he’s so fat

I stumble around him, on way to the loo

It’s always the first stop…admit it’s yours too!

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Then head to the kitchen, and put on a pot

Of freshly brewed coffee, all steamy and hot

I tell dear old Marley, you’ll just have to wait

Can’t get our dear Gracie to meet the bus late

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And as I am dressing, I’m racking my brain

In hopes that the mem’ry of dreams will remain

But rarely, if ever do I have such luck

They’re buried quite quickly in this brain of muck

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I’m dressed and I’m ready, we’re out the front door

And happily head to the bus stop once more

We’re smiling and laughing and singing a song

Then here comes the bus ’round the corner ‘fore long

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I wave my goodbyes and head back homeward bound

And there Marley sits, making nary a sound

I give him his breakfast, and maybe a treat

And now he can stay out from under my feet

~~~

I’m at the computer, with coffee in hand

To see what has happened in old Facebook land

Maybe I’ll blog a dear poem for you

If I can come up with a good one or two

~~~

Now off to my studies, and laundry perhaps

With thoughts sometimes swirling, like they’re running laps

But trying to focus, and doing my best

The time to relax will be after the test

~~~

When afternoon comes, Gen’ral Hospital’s on

It’s my guilty pleasure, I’ve watched it so long

And 2:30 comes and I head down the walk

To pick up dear Grace, and we have a nice talk

~~~

I ask her what kind of a day that she had

And what kind of homework, “well that’s not too bad!”

I get her a snack and we visit a bit

And then to the shower, if I haven’t yet

~~~

It’s time to get ready to head to my class

I want to do well, and not merely to pass

The classes are fun, almost all of the time

I’m glad to be learning, and I feel sublime

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And now class is over, I load up my stuff

The day’s almost over, it’s not been too rough

I spend just awhile winding down this old mind

Then out of my scrubs, my dear bed looks so kind

~~~

As I lay my head on the pillow again

I lift up a prayer, and then say “Amen.”

But not that it’s all of the praying I’ve done

Throughout all the day I have talked to the One

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Who blesses me daily, or may dry my tears

Reminds me He’s with me, and calms all my fears

And I close my eyes and before we both know

Another day’s over, to dreamland I go.


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Battle of the sexes?

What are little girls made of?

Traditionally, sugar, spice and all things nice. Not sure how true this is. I know a few little girls who are like the ‘girl with the curl right in the middle of her forehead – when she was good, she was very, very good and when she was bad she was horrid.’ Not so sugary and not so nice. And a jolly good thing too, if you ask me. The need to stand up and be assertive is important for a woman as well as for a man, which may mean having the ability to be just a little bit horrid occasionally.

But boys are supposed to be made from slugs and snails and puppy dog’s tails, which is just vile. I don’t know where the rhyme came from, but the difference between the sexes can’t be that much surely?

And then I heard from a teacher the other day that she had a mum take her new baby into the classroom to show the children. All the girls and one or two of the boys came to study the infant, who obligingly smiled and occupied the class’s attention. Except for half a dozen boys, who took advantage of the (supposedly) distracted teacher.

‘Go on, I dare you. Go on’, one of the boys urged another. ‘I dare you.’

And the dare?

To lick a battery.

Need I say more?

 


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Happiness

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, once upon a time these sweethearts two
arrived, embroidering my heart with lace.
Each murmur, word, and baby charm with grace
moved me. I drank their smiles. And then they grew.

Now halting toddler steps, like on the moon,
mean more than just a motion. Opening,
the world becomes a stage to which they bring
their little talents morning, night, and noon.

That great big yellow bus, their backpacks new
unlock the wonders with which school will woo
them. Learn to read, do math, discover how
the world works, their ongoing job just now.

I, Grandma, stand alongside every mile
and watch as they grow up. See my wide smile?
From when these little ones walked through my door
my happy rating shot to ninety-four!

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