Maybe they were on their way to share a coffee and muffin and watch the waves and gulls at Meigs Point.

Or perhaps they were on their way to Mass.

With Dad driving, Mom could pay attention to what else was happening along the way.

On this June morning in 2005, she spied an artist:

Lines for the Boy in the School Bus Drawing

His pad was braced against the seat before him
the pencil in his hand
raced to recapture
the picture in his head

His bus turned down a busy street
I lost him then
I looked inside an art store window
to remember

~ joan vayo ~ June 19, 2005

I truly hope that boy is still drawing. And that Mom knows her efforts to capture and write down the little beauties in life will inspire others for generations.

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“Lines for the Boy in the School Bus Drawing ” © 2005 joan vayo. All rights reserved.

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