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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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