Shopping With My Daughter Today

I will shop with my eldest daughter today Needing shoes that are not sandals, hooray! We will not go until the break of the new day. Meeting at nine, at a store far away. I smile as I see her coming my way. Remembering her at ten when we lived by the bay. She would crawl out of the backseat of the car Each and every fine school day Not wanting me to meet her friends Bobbie or Fay And of course never introducing me to her buddy big Jay Afraid they would make me a bestie; what can I say? I had the same problem with my own mom, back in the day.