Driving Miss Hazy
Occasionally I drive her to the theater
if there is a revival of an old musical,
a matinee performance obviously.
She's a sundowner
when evening approaches
she turns into a child
and has no other memories
of a further long life.
After the show
driving back to the residential home
she is complaining.
Turns out she had no memory
of the musical 'West Side Story'
and it felt "so unnecessary."
Not sure what she meant.
"Does my mom know you took me
to a show like that?"
She herself is all of 83.
Now she's got me feeling like some kind of
weirdo-pervert.
I tell her I was misled
that I thought the show would be
a remake of 'Snow White.'
She likes Snow White.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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