It seems as only yesterday
Me and you up and out early in the morning
On the bus and on the train
Even during these times
You found ways to teach and mode my brain
From different colors and names of the trains
To the reading and writing workbooks where I practiced my name
Twenty some years later it still looks the same
Different buses and trains
But the routes remain the same
Except now I ride septa alone
With my I pod and earphones
Unconscious to the noise that goes on
These rides will always remind of me and my mother
As the bus passes Girard College
I think of my brother
Thinking of the first day of school in Center City
How we would bump into Ebony
And how she was so pretty
Moments like this you could never forget
Sometime we would play downtown
Bouncing through Strawbridge’s shopping and looking around
Even thou I was young and your son
The conversation and questions you would never run from
You treated me like a little man
Now I stand an older man
Grateful for those times and pressure from your public lesson plans
Who would have thought that public transportation
Could help form a unique relation
With my mother
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