road journeys

the mind does such wonderful things.........

our trip to school was long
both morning and night
nose pressed to the glass
i watched a man with a holdall
walk with purpose

what was in his bag
where was he going
my mind wandered
he is going home

a wife sets the table
two children waiting
the dog barking
tail drums against the floor

the man smiles
pats the dog
opens the door
greets his wife

children rush
arms wrapped tight
around his legs
his hand rests
on their small heads

mother waits
pride steady in her chest
this man her rock
her life
his gaze falls on her
happiness complete

then my gaze returned
to the car
to the road
to the long journey home
boring and tiring
and i was hungry

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This was my journey time during the long trips to school. It was a natural thing to do and I enjoyed it. Sometimes I woulg get into trouble as I was so deep into my stories that I did not hear my mom speaking. I got called silly names by my sister and brother. Each day it was a different subject. A bottle, a child, a chip packet. Office windows - who worked there? And so it went on. In a way I wish that I had written them down and made a scrap book of memories.