Leaving an after school job 195o’s
The bus ride home
the sights
and sounds
the people
and the smells
The sound of money
in the till
clinking
dropping down
as each passenger
Pays his fare
and heads for home
and the welcome
smells of cabbage
boiling on the stove
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Such a lovely memory poem! You paint a rich picture of the experience, I especially love the details of the cabbage waiting at home!
Thank you, Leah.