Driving Lessons
My Mother endeavored, to teach me to drive;
with transmissions, both standard and automatic.
Until it was mastered, she seemed as tense as steel;
on the car floor her feet were firmly planted.
Her eyes were so large, as she issued instructions;
her nerves were on edge, I’ve no doubt.
And when it was done, I’d had so much fun;
but Mom couldn’t wait to get out!
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