My mother's
birthday - eighty two.
She sits across the country
waiting for the fog to lift so she
can leave the confines of her home
and take her silver sports car from its cage
and the two of them drive wherever
the spirit takes them on the road--
old friends the car, the road
and my mother.
2 comments:
It sounds like this is a tradition for her. Bless her heart! I hope she has a wonderful wandering. I love this.
@Ramona - thank you. My mother loves to drive and the more sporty and powerful the car the better. She lives near San Francisco and she still goes up as far as Oregon and down as far as Arizona.
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