Ruth Walters

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,
back home

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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Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

True story and tribute to my mother who, although poor, made me feel rich that day.....

Comments about Waiting For The Bus.....(For Karen) by Ruth Walters

  • B. V. Dahlen (1/28/2016 10:09:00 AM)

    This brought up so many memories. Taxis weren't for folks who weren't rich. I know just how you felt. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/21/2012 6:20:00 AM)

    So simple are the experiences that evoke the strongest memories. I remember my first cab ride and it was air conditioned. My first memory of air conditioning in a car on a hot summers day. I was 6 or 7. The security of our parents is the greatest memory that we should all be able to take for granted. Like falling asleep on a mothers lap, divine. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 23, 2014

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