Bus Stop

I glanced
just today
at that bus stop,
the one that took me
to LaTrobe University
in 1975.

I remember
Zaida
who drove me
to the bus stop
on my first day
of university.
He gave me
five dollars
and told me
that one day
over a cup of coffee
I could change my life.

He wanted
to be with me
on that special day.
I still recall it
very fondly.

Zaida
was always with me
with Shaya
with Sarah and Faye,
with us all.
He was close to me
his granddaugher,
my husband Shaya
and to his great grandchildren.

The bus stop
was just the beginning
of my journey
with him.

When he lay dying
he remained alive
long enough
to say "Goodbye"
to Sarah and Faye.

He believed in us all.
He helped us all
even when we
had strange ideas.

He was in our lives
in every way possible.