The Back of the Bus was Full
Leaving downtown Little Rock after
a day of shopping, paying bills,
boarded bus to Fair Park, Mama,
Cheryl, and me. 1961, bus was full
and hot. An elderly woman, worn
and weary, hair frosty with a small,
black hat perched atop
her head, stood and held onto the pole,
drained of energy, devoid of hope
she held onto the pole.
I was ten—I offered her my seat,
she looked away, Mama scolded,
they knew the rules,
I did not.
Lin
EDWIN
hope are gone forever, but... Thank you for this. -gene.