LONGER POEMS: “The bus journey” by Trina Graves

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The Bus Journey

The simplest of things can bring meaning to you
And guidance is received to help you get through
The journey of life as you travel the path
It’s amazing what brings a smile or a laugh

Although I am writing about my own journey
I believe that sharing enlightens others to see
And contemplate life and how it all fits in
So my story of bus journeys, I’ll now begin…

As a toddler and child I was uncontrollably shy
My parents were bewildered, they didn’t know why
I wouldn’t go anywhere without screaming and fuss
So it was always a nightmare to take me on a bus

With no car and living in the remote countryside
The twice weekly bus was a vital lifeline to ride
Although I don’t remember those first early trips
Excruciating tales I heard from my parents lips

At four years old starting school I began to change
Although still deeply shy, I wasn’t so strange
My school I loved going to was a few miles away
So I travelled with my brother on the bus each day

When I was about eight, in holidays I began to stay
With my grandparents who lived quite far away
One day out with my nanny on a bus trip to town
I couldn’t ask for a ticket, all I did was frown

I knew the words, but they just wouldn’t come out
It took a few more years for me to lose my doubt
Then I could talk to people, just a little at first
My acute shyness had eased, the dark cloud burst

Several years later, at fifteen I began to date
A childhood friend, it all just seemed to be fate
Our families were friends, so the weekends I’d stay
Travelling on the bus to meet him on a Friday

The journey would take quite a long while
So lost in my thoughts, I’d daydream and smile
Planning our future together, forever more
The time soon passed, it was never a bore

Although I looked out the window, I didn’t see
The world outside, I was just focused on me
Enjoying the delightful thoughts that I’d find
Flowing so easily around in my mind

There were places to go together, and things to do
A couple of years later, there were wedding plans too
But from that time, the most memorable moments of all
Were treasuring my growing, precious bump, so small

All of my hopes and dreams were coming true
The bus rides I enjoyed as I thought through
The years ahead with my own precious family
I was young and in love, oh, how happy we’d be

Once wed I’d still journey, but the opposite way
Missing my parents, I’d visit often on a Saturday
Over the months as my pregnancy did progress
The bumpy journey was uncomfortable, so I went less

My beautiful baby girl was born in early spring
So all through the summer I delighted to bring
Her out on the bus and wherever we would go
She’d get attention, as a proud mother I’d glow

The following year it became much trickier to ride
The bus as there was a baby brother at her side
In those days pushchairs always had to be put down
So it was very difficult to do much shopping in town

They were 2 and 3 years old when my last was born
So I could only manage to journey if a sling was worn
Snuggled and so cosy, the baby would sleep away
So I’d talk to the others and think of games to play

My attention had began to go outside of the bus
To keep little ones occupied, so they wouldn’t fuss
Playing I Spy, or just talking about all we could see
Through children, nature’s heart opened a little to me

One amusing incident sticks out in my mind, so well
The things little ones say, are such a delight to tell
Crossing over a ‘Toll Bridge’ I had tried to explain
She thought coins were stacked up, to take the strain

The years flew by and they all grew up so fast
I learned to drive, so bus rides were in our past
But journeys together were never quite the same
Without sharing the sights and playing a game

When in my thirties my son made me a nanny
My heart and eyes were truly opened wide to see
The world through a child, so innocent and pure
I was blessed with more angels who awoke my core

Travelling on buses with my young grandchildren
All so eager to explore and just simply having fun
Flooding back in my mind, fond memories I’d recall
Of my children, the same when they were so small

I was once again living in the beautiful countryside
Separated, then divorced, my marriage had died
Sometimes I would take the bus to Oxford city
I noticed nature more now, so abundantly pretty

It was on one of these journeys when I was alone
I gazed out the window, my thoughts on a roam
Words floated into my mind from the great somewhere
I knew they were for children and that I would share

‘Where Is God?’ the poem I recalled and wrote
When I finally got home and took off my coat
It was one of the first poems given to me
On my journey to being who I came here to be

When alone, another thing I would often try
Was sending thoughts to people sitting close by
I had learned how our minds are powerful tools
Enabling so much if you allow, and positivity rules

I’d close my eyes and send out bursts of love
Knowing they’d receive it, blessed from above
No one we encounter is ever simply by chance
As we go through life in our law of attraction dance

I would sometimes send out healing rays of energy
With my eyes closed I focus, I didn’t need to see
Often I’d know I’d finished and then opened my eye
They were getting off the bus, I blessed them goodbye

In more recent years I’ve spent three hours or more
On buses to visit family, the time is never a chore
Now I adore the abundance of nature out of the window
While listening to Abraham-Hicks, my Soul is aglow

Through my bus journeys of life, I have conveyed
My thoughts and directions, how my route was laid
Why not reflect on your own life and see what you find?
The simplest of things can bring Awareness to mind

Trina Graves – January 2017

(Poem posted with permission from the author)
To find out the story behind this poem please visit Trina’s site at:

 


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7 Comments Add yours

  1. Trina Graves says:

    Thank you for sharing Amira ❤

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    1. You are welcome dear Trina! It’s my pleasure 🙂 ❤

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  2. LindaP says:

    Thank you for sharing Trina! I have often wondered how people started to write poetry! So thankful for your wonderful gift! Love to you and dearest Amira for sharing.Linda

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    1. Trina Graves says:

      You are most very welcome Linda! Writing poems was never something I enjoyed doing at school, infact I dreaded it! So, it was never something I intended to ever do. My earliest poems were all words that flowed not intentionally and they were just put away. It was quite a few years later that realized there was something significant about them and I began to occasionally have a go at writing more for my own pleasure or for someone in particular. It wasn’t until I had started my quote website that I began to write much more. Now, looking back I can see many little incidents that were nudging me in this direction, even from when I was a child.

      If you are interested, I do write about each poem on my blog and on my ‘About This Blog’ I have posted the first ever words I was given after my first attempt at meditating in 1993.

      I too, give thanks for the words I co-create, and I also give thanks for everyone who reads them, especially you and Amira with all your words of encouragement, appreciation and love. Bless you. ❤

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      1. I am so happy to have read your ‘About This Blog’ page! It’s beautiful The first words you were inspired to write, we should post them as a poem! They are beautiful 🙂 ❤

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        1. Trina Graves says:

          Thank you Amira. As I said, I thought they were much too simplistic when I wrote them, but luckily I kept them.. and the story began! 🙂
          Of course you can post them, I just never thought of them as a ‘poem’ before.. just a list! ❤

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    2. Love back to you dear Linda ❤

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