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Linda M. Rhinehart Neas
He's Our Dad
Young or old
near or far -
you are the one
that was there
to love - even when
loving was difficult.
You gave of yourself -
exhaustion sat heavy
on your chest,
like we did when we played -
you the pony - or the bear -
or the elephant marching
through our pretend jungles.
You taught life lessons -
like, how to paint a wall,
use a hammer,
change a tire,
make do, do over or do without.
You played music,
danced - to our embarrassment!
cried - real men cry -
you told us that.
You are our hero -
our role model -
© 2013 Linda M. Rhinehart Neas
The Big Yellow
She stands there so stoically,
the autumn wind whipping at her skirt.
The others here feel the anticipation,
they are all looking forward to the arrival.
She, on the other hand, hopes, wishes
to return home, safe from all this newness.
Suddenly, the roar of the motor is heard.
in the distance, the big yellow bus
can be seen heading down the street.
Everyone is ready, except her.
As it pulls up, everyone files in,
she hopes the cold wind will be blamed
for her tears, running noticeably down her cheeks.
She waves as the bus pulls away
chiding herself for being so sentimental.
The first day of school – she, like the other Moms,
Should be busily making plans
to enjoy the time without the kids underfoot.
Linda M. Rhinehart Neas © 2009