As the Dusty School Bus Passed Me By

I was eight... always late, as the dusty school bus passed me by. she was one; I couldn't let her cry as she waited for our mom. I moved her crib into my room... to comfort her should she awake He was seven and asked if I knew how to clean his dirty clothes I filled a sink, scrubbed his jeans and washed the dirt away They told me they were hungry; I made sure that they were fed I was eight, always late... as the dusty school bus passed me by.