I wrote this poem April 26th while sitting in the doctor’s office waiting to get my eye shot.
This is not rocket science
Granny Speedo
as you floor the accelerator.
We’re not running late
you’re just in a hurry
as we careen along the road
to my eye shot appointment.
Slow down Granny Speedo
you’re making me nervous.
We both chuckle as you ease up
on the gas pedal
and miss
the parking lot turn.
That was funny! And, I’m sure that must’ve come from some inside story. I miss you, Sandy. Wish I could see you, and experience your wonderful and funny personality at a writers group meeting.
Jim, you’re so sweet. Did you see the email I sent you? I’m slowly reacquiring my “norves.” Afterall I just drove up and back from St. Louis all by myself — even if it Did take 2 1/2 days each way!