When Does The Bus Stop?
by Addie Williams & Katie Fairchild
Sunday, September 04, 2005
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Katrina victim looking out from a bus. A very young child.
When does the bus stop,
Will it ever stop?
Do I look forward, I am trying to
I am looking for you,
I am looking for some kind of comfort
Some stay or normal ways
In my tender years. Does the bus stop here?
I feel so alone, where is my home
Where is my family, the ones that loved me?
Which way should I look
From this bus, back or front
Gives me no comfort now.
Does the bus stop soon?
When it does, and I get off,
Who will hold my hand,
And if I cry, who will dry my tears?
If the bus stops here?
By Katie Fairchild
Sept 4, 2005
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|Reviewed by PAULA LESLIE (Reader)
|The picture reminds me of integration years when so many children were scared to go to a scool filled with uncertainty, but the words in this poem has the same meaning. So much uncertainty for their future. Young, elderly, sick, healthy....they are all in a state of confusion and helplessness about their future. They have lost everything, photo albums, awards, teddy bears and family members. They have lost their homes to come home to while their mom cooked a good dinner or their dad built a surprise tree house. They have lost everything.....but there is always hope.
You write beyond your years. What I mean is you write with insight to things way beyond your years of youth. Maybe it's because you have had tragedy far too soon in life. But whatever the reason, you understand how they could feel and write about it so beautifully and sincerely from the heart.
We may not be able to send a lot of money to those victims but you are doing something wonderful for them. You are expressing your thoughts that some day someone will publish, then millions of people will read and can feel the same compassion as you to donate their money to help disaster victims. That will be your greatest contribution, besides your wonderful words. Love you, Paula