My Bristol

From the moment I boarded the train in London,
I have kept looking at my watch.
Trying to look relaxed, as a traveller should be,
But my mind just wouldn't calm down.
Several cups of English tea have been consumed, and
My book has been turned to the last chapter, mindlessly though,
But where is Bristol?
I was getting increasingly unsure, anxious, yearning yet full of excitement.
It's not all because there is a high likelihood of bumping into Banksy's graffiti if one's not careful.
And then, we're there, finally!
From a distance, Jon's sunshine face could be seen.
With open arms, he exclaimed, ”Mum, you're here!”