On Thursday of last week
my children and I rode the bus,
From Payson to Provo.
Number 822 North.
We were the first to board,
followed by a loud lady
and the bus driver herself,
Next we picked up another lady
she is a former meth addict.
Apparently so is the smoker,
a former meth addict.
The spoke loudly of their triumph
over the evils of drugs.
I was proud of them.
But my children were scared.
See, we had taken the bus
in order to pick up our vehicle
to get to Highland
to do a little housecleaning for my mom.
The bus driver suggested we de-bus
at the location closest to H's work.
It turned out it was the juvenile court/jail.
And my kids were scared, again.
By the time we reached grandma's house
the kids were feeling pretty motivated
to earn money
To fix the van.
Which requires $900
to fix the oil pump,
That doesn't include registration fees.
I appreciated the bus that day.
It helped me to see
That my children need to appreciate
And what it costs
To maintain a vehicle
And that private means
Not being scared.