Carpool

Carpool

By Myah L. Williams

Carpool Lines, bullhorns, eager waiting parents, yellow buses 

As I walk down the sidewalk, I am met by carpool helpers leading me to a seat 

As I wait for my mom, I excitedly swing my feet 

Then, she pulls up with a smile on her face 

I run towards her as If I am being chased 

I open the back door and jump in the car

When I get in she asks me, “How was your day my shining star?” 

I say, “Good”; and start to talk about my day 

Then, we continually talk on the way 

But that was 9 years ago; what can I say 

I’ve learned a lot since that day 

I’ve learned that growing up comes with responsibilities 

And now, I’m the one waiting in carpool lines 

Waiting for my brother, following all the signs

As he gets in the car; I ask the same question that my mom used to ask 

But now, pick up is my task