Driven To Forgive

Her constant blathering drives me crazy as I drive her to the doctor. Gossip about the neighbors, her pastor, her bridge club ladies. I am driven to the end of my frayed patience My driving is sporadic and erratic, and I want to blame her. Yet I know it is because I left my thumb drive on the table My new puppy has probably already swallowed it. This woman has six children, so why am I always the driver? WATCH OUT! She screams. I almost have a heart attack. What is she seeing that I have missed. Sorry, she says. I guess it was one of my floaters. I have no words. But I know I will continue driving her For in the role of my mother she drove me to a plethora of places. Your driving is great, she says, trying to apologize. I am driven to forgive her.