Their buses rolled to a stop.

the vintage shells, said Jesus is love.

The girls and their babies walked right infront of us

as we cheered for them.

Their first cheerleaders, and our first teen moms. 

 

I met a girl from pennsylvania,

she was my age with two baby boys.

I asked her name, but she replied  

that where they come from, they can't afford many things. to me it was an alternate universe.

I gave her water, all i had, and said the world is your oyster, don't knock yourself down.

 

I served them breakfast, lunch, and dinner but thought was my food.

they never wanted me to wave to thier children, their protective mom instincts I assume.

I saw how the babies clung to them, and depended on the girls with every breath

but who in my life depended on me? and for the moment,

I was jealous of a teen mom, who was jealous of me.

 

They were reserved, quiet, and broken, but surrounded each other for comfort.

we sang them songs of grace and Jesus, and told them about new life in him

Then some screamed his name, wanting a new life and a better way.

 how beautiful it was to see the broken barriers of discomfort and life to the fullest.  

That week 34 girls believed in Him, and changed thier lives, and thier babies lives as well.

 

They were the champions of my summer.