Running to Home...

I have had some months of much contemplation,

so I have neglected the blog.

Yesterday, I began to change things once again.

Ya know, my life, ever changing....

My thoughts even consisted of maybe

time to start a new blog altogether,

new life, new blog....

But I could not think of a better name than

Lilbit of My World.

So as I am thinking of all of this

in the car, driving home, I am 

behind a bus. I have always loved following

a school bus on its way bringing children home.

My thoughts are elsewhere as one stop drops

off this preteen black child. 

I am drawn to him as he crosses the street

with the bus safety stick down,

he runs across the street but he does not stop.

He is the only child who gets off here

and his running continues down a driveway

where no people are seen.

As he runs I realize just how happy this child 

is to be returning home, Running to the people whom

he probably calls family. Maybe there was a special car

there telling him that someone he loved was visiting

or home, whatever the situation,

he melted me and transported me back to being a little girl.

I remember loving being dropped off or walking home

from school to Dursette Street.

Always, always being happy to return to the place

where I was unconditionally loved.

This little boys running reminded me of how my heart would

drop when one of the people I loved was not home after school.

I loved home, I loved it if it was just myself, Mom, Dad,

Rosie and C. I loved it when any of my older siblings

were visiting with their families or when sister,

Veronica was living with us for a time with her

three girls and Nonc J.

My childhood was the best, and this little boy, running 

home after a long day at school was all it took to get

my blogging juices flowing.

Stay tuned, I am back on the blogging tract.