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The A Train

Poetry By: LucienMaier

My Latest about a an amazing memory from my recent New Your City trip! hope you enjoy!

Submitted:May 8, 2014    Reads: 21    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The A Train

By Lucien Maier
Edited By Temperance Penrod

We went as a family,
A trip we had planned for years.
And we explored the big apple,
We had more adventures than I could ever remember

New York City has my heart there is no doubt of that.
The memories I have from there are ranked among my favorites.
But one from this last trip, will stay with me forever.

On our way home, we had every intention of taking the E train,
But it was not to be. You see the H train had derailed that morning.
So our route to the Jamaica station, and the airport was cut off.

But it was suggested that we could catch the A train.
Now this seemed a perfect alternative.
Yet when we lined up for the train no other tourists stood beside us.

We boarded our train, and two more stops went by.
And I started to realize why the tourists did not join us.
You see the Subways of New York have a stigma.
A fear I have never understood.

As the stops streamed by, The train filled with the heart of New york,
No this was no tourist get around, the city train,
This was commuter train, and on it we were the odd balls.

The eyes on the train were on us I could feel it.
As an older lady came on the train. I offered my seat
She seemed surprised, but she took the offer.
Clearing off a bit of room she offered me to sit again.

But at the next stop I got up and offered my new seat
To yet another lady, which she took gratefully.
I threw a joke here and there as I always do.
By the end the of the ride they wished us good travels,
And we were off to the airport.

Now, why it sticks with me and always will,
Is because my wife, myself, and my two kids were the only white faces on this train.
But in the proudest moment of my life, I saw many perceptions changed on that train.
My little family showed that we did not sit scared, we were open to all hearts.

My wife did not fear, but merely smiled.
My son did not judge, but accepted.
My daughter, didn't even notice, and sweetly smiled at everyone.
And I realized, that the hearts on that train saw.

That my family, my crowning achievement.
Does not see race, nore color.
They carry open hearts to all.
And everyone on that train knew,

That racism is losing its hold.
My family is becoming the rule,
not the exception.



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