I chanced to look out the window, then,
letting the smell of my warm tea
cause me to pause.
Sipping thoughtfully, out of focus,
I chanced to see the bright yellow school bus
climbing up the hill, quickly running away from my view.
of remembered moments,
of children coming up the lane.
Watching it all, my children returning home,
leaving behind the world.
Watching it all again, in my mind's eye,
sipping tea, children grown, nostalgia.
How lucky I am, how grateful for those memories that
take you back.