A Lesson--Sad Regrets

A Lesson—Sad Regrets    
On the yellow school bus 
I was seated by the window alone,
Age 8 and on my way home;
The route and stops well known.
The glass on the window felt cool
I felt sick since out of bed
So against the cool glass,
I rested my head.
Again and again thinking, “Don’t get sick here!”
I gave it all my will,
But, my heart beat grew faster
As I became more ill.
Suddenly…my body took over.
As we neared my house.
The stuff inside…
Now out on my blouse.
An older girl came to me with open purse; 
She calmly took out tissue by tissue
As she gently wiped up the mess
So silently and without an issue.
This girl looked about thirteen,
She seemed so mature
And knew what to do,
As if she did this before.
I never said thank-you
Yet, I never felt it more.
Perhaps, I was too sick,
Too ashamed or shy.
I searched for a good reason;
But found no good excuse why.
Lovely young lady from the bus,
How do you fare?
I wish you could hear the gratitude 
I did not share.
It was over fifty years ago
And there’s still some sad regret
Yet it’s a lesson learned
That I will never forget.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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A. Sharma Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 11:13 PM
Superb write Barbara that's worthy of great win! Big congrats! Lesson taken!
Campbell Avatar
August 3, 2015 at 8:59 AM
Thank you for such positive support. Barbara
La France Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 5:14 PM
Barbara beautifully penned with deep emotions 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, the cemetery
Campbell Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 5:20 PM
By the way, I have a picture of my husband holding his loved childhood cat, named Snowball.
A  Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 4:17 PM
Barbara, Congratulations!!! SKAT
Campbell Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 5:09 PM
Thank! Barbara
Allison Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 8:15 AM
Dropping back with my congrats Barbara:-) hugs Jan xx
Campbell Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 1:06 PM
Good to hear from you Tx. Barbara
Gifford Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 12:06 AM
There are people like that who are naturally caring, helpful and compassionate to others situations. They do not expect a thank you. The good deeds they do are reward enough for them. The Bible says we are all given different gifts and talents, some to teach, others to serve, etc. I'm sure you know what your special gift is and use it to honor God. I think you have a sensitive, thoughtful nature to remember this incident after all these years! ~~Blessings, Darlene
Campbell Avatar
August 2, 2015 at 1:33 PM
What a complimentary and thoughtful reply. Thank-you, Barbara
Allison Avatar
August 1, 2015 at 5:44 PM
Such a traumatic thing to happen Barbara - no wonder you forgot to say thank you - I am she got a lot of pleasure helping you in your time of need - who knows maybe she went on to train as a nurse or in some other caring profession - would be so lovely to find out:-) hugs Jan xx
Campbell Avatar
August 1, 2015 at 6:34 PM
Jan, Thanks for your compassionate thoughts. Barbara
Boddie Avatar
August 1, 2015 at 5:32 PM
as always, small acts of kindness mean the most....something as simple as offering a hungry person toast....it won't mean much to you, but so much to them....so go out and be kind so as to get more Favor From Him.....;
Campbell Avatar
August 1, 2015 at 6:19 PM
Yes, And it just feels good to do. Barbara
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