Today I sat on the bus 
uncertain
trying to believe in myself
a boy of  about 12-
about Andrees' age
my son's age-
hesitated 
sat next to me
I wanted to put my arm around him 
noticing the likeness of his brown hair 
the similarity of his jacket
to the one Grammy Mary bought him
just a few months ago
I wanted to smile
hold his hand 
I wanted to cry 
instead I sat 
remembering to breathe,   
and appreciated his presence 
quietly to myself. 
©2 October 2008 Portland, OR
Inspired by the following poem, part of Portland's poetry in motion series. 
i believe in my self slowly 
it takes all of the doubt i've got
it takes my worry.
Lyric 12 by Primus St. John                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    