Maureen pens a poem inspired by the tragic events recently in London

©Maureen Jennings 2017

I AM THE BOY ON THE BUS. (March 23, 2017)

I am the boy on the bus

Who begged his mother to sit on the upper level

So he could see the river.

He says, Thames as if the t-h is pronounced hard

Like, ‘the.’

I am the girl skipping beside her tall father

Who is in a hurry.

I am the man on the bike

Who is thinking of his dinner.

I am the woman in the ward

Wincing as she turns over,

Wondering why the sirens are screaming

In the street below her window.

I am the postman on his rounds

Who is delivering a parcel to an empty house.

I am the people on the bridge.