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These images are from a google search.  I have no idea who the kids in this picture are. I buckle kids in wheelchairs on a bus every single day. I think that literally everyone deserves an education.

Education

Over there in the wheelchair
sits a kid that can barely talk,
his legs are weak and I think 
he wishes that he could walk.
And on my bus he rides
to school every single day,
he has the right to education I say.

There is that girl also in the chair
she sits and laughs and laughs
because words she cannot share.
And on my bus she rides
to school every single day,
she has the right to education I say.

We board a girl on the bus
who is physically twenty in years,
but looking into her playful soul
is in Sesame Street gears.
She tells you her aunt got a new cat
then smiles with a playful glee,
And on my bus she rides
to school every single day,
she has the right to an education I say.

One by one the kids board on my bus 
and I ride with them to their school.
Their special needs do not negate,
their needs to learn and grow,
they have to an education,
and they make my heart sing and glow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Dietrich Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 6:55 PM
You are so sweet to your bus kids. Admirable trait, Miranda. Love your poem
Hawley Avatar
February 7, 2025 at 4:42 PM
I have done this now for 8.5 years and I absolutely love my job. I came there originally out of financial necessity and am still there for the same reason, but this job is rewarding! Some kids are way easier to deal with than others.
Baker Avatar
September 22, 2023 at 8:28 AM
A wonderful poem to get the message out, every kid deserves an education. Thank you for your service to those with special needs, Miranda. The ones you serve are precious. Sara and I are retired teachers, and we both taught and coached Special Education students. Smiles ~ Blessings Bil
Hawley Avatar
September 22, 2023 at 10:26 AM
Thank you so much for that. I had no clue my job existed before I got it. It really is a rewarding job. Glad you liked this and the message it has. The belief/knowledge that they all deserve an education keeps me going even on though days, and yes, there are some.
Fowler Avatar
September 5, 2023 at 8:13 AM
What an awesome write Miranda. Definitely agree with your sentiments expressed in this poem. You are a special person, indeed. :)
Hawley Avatar
September 5, 2023 at 7:21 PM
Thank you for that. Many tell me that they could never do my job, typically when that happens they have a job I could never do for some reason. It is a rewarding job and I am happy to have the opportunity to work with very special kids.
Poet Avatar
September 5, 2023 at 6:44 AM
Miranda, your poem is truly captivating. The radiant beauty that emanates from your words is simply awe-inspiring. Your wisdom, like a rare gem, consistently shines through each line, leaving us in awe of your profound insights. Your heartfelt observation regarding the plight of disabled children resonates deeply, reminding us of the dire need for their unique and delicate care.
Hawley Avatar
September 5, 2023 at 7:19 PM
It is by far the most rewarding job I've ever had. Well, okay it is the only rewarding job I've had. I've learned much since working there, and I think that God is still teaching me. He is using the people I work with everyday to help me grow as a person.
Buhagiar Avatar
August 29, 2023 at 1:04 AM
So many children are disabled. So true they need special attention.
Hawley Avatar
August 29, 2023 at 6:53 AM
God provided this job when I needed the money most, but He has used it to teach me about these kids and, it is by far the most rewarding job I could ever imagine.
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