The Bus Stop

Children's laughter and voices

That's what I wake up to;

Children playing at a bus stop

But not one of them is you.

Each morning I used to take you

To the bus stop as a rule

And watch you hop onto the bus

Which took you off to school.

But another bus came early

One I could not take you to;

It took you home to Jesus

And how Mommy misses you!

Your playful little giggle

Has its place deep in my heart

Your face imprints my memory

Like a priceless work of art.

There's a bus stop in the future

And I know that's where you'll be

But the bus won't be for you this time

It will be for you and me.

I'll wake up that bright morning

'Tho the sound be nothing new

Hearing children's laughter and voices --

And one of them will be YOU!

Dedicated to my son, JLKJ