Waiting For The Bus.....(For Karen) - Poem by Ruth Walters
The market place was closin'
my feet were nearly frozen
I tried to see the bus come through the snow.
But even though I prayed
no bus ever came
and I wished I were in bed, that night,
Then behold, we saw a Taxi
Mother said 'oh should we,
baby's cold, ain't that what money's for? '
So she held up a free hand
and hailed that taxi man.
I'd never been in a taxi cab before.
It was big and bright and black,
and we sat up at the back,
the man who drove it was so very kind.
I snuggled up to mum
She said ‘you warmer hon? '
And I fell fast asleep upon her lap.
It was the best ride I'd ever had
in that black taxi cab.
I thought my mum
the best that there could be!
When I was three
and she hailed a cab for me.
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