His mom was never sure he was her son. Perhaps at birth, they gave her the wrong one? His ways, she really didn’t understand. Why couldn’t he just be a normal man? It started when he was a little child. When boys his age were loud and running wild, content, he was, surrounded by his toys, not needing to be with the other boys. Toy buses were his favorites, a sure bet. His toys just added to his parents’ debt! The buses multiplied, each one a prize, and every one was precious in his eyes. When he grew up, he thought that he would teach, but expectations he could never reach. He drove a bus in summer, then for good, while still collecting buses when he could. His mother gave his childhood toys away without her asking if these things should stay. He wasn’t happy to find they were gone; he would replace them slowly, one by one.
You’ve painted a beautiful picture of your Jim…what a wonderful way to honor him and his collection! I love this poem …your ability to rhyme and create the rhythm, cadence of it …and so very full of all the feels! 🥲😌 Your love for him shines through, Carole! Sending you much love and peace, dear friend! 💕🙏
Soulmate envys my focus on a few things that fascinate me. Hers is a more restless mind, moving from interest to interest draining them dry and moving on. To each their own.
Such single mindedness- I have known a few like this -I cannot fathom it either being one whose disposition is quite the opposite. Good character description, Carole.
Thanks for reading, Kristin. August is a month to remember these things. Funny you should mention a Barbie collection—I have one, too, mostly unopened and from most holidays and birthdays.
You’ve painted a beautiful picture of your Jim…what a wonderful way to honor him and his collection! I love this poem …your ability to rhyme and create the rhythm, cadence of it …and so very full of all the feels! 🥲😌 Your love for him shines through, Carole! Sending you much love and peace, dear friend! 💕🙏
Thank you so much, Joan, and many hugs to you, too!
What a beautiful tribute Carole!
Thanks, Amy! It’s been a long time coming.
A wonderful profile of a wonderful guy … and my closest friend.
I still treasure the toy bus he gave me. The destination sign shows the North-Lamon CTA garage that was near my childhood home.
Soulmate envys my focus on a few things that fascinate me. Hers is a more restless mind, moving from interest to interest draining them dry and moving on. To each their own.
You’re right, Fred. We all have our passions, some of them stronger than others.
Such single mindedness- I have known a few like this -I cannot fathom it either being one whose disposition is quite the opposite. Good character description, Carole.
Thanks, Tracy. He was extraordinary.
Thanks, Loren. I was hoping you’d like this poem and that I’d get it right.
This is beautiful dedication to Jim and his buses ❤️
Thanks for reading, Kristin. August is a month to remember these things. Funny you should mention a Barbie collection—I have one, too, mostly unopened and from most holidays and birthdays.