Lim'Rik Flats Poet Limerick

Sunday Drive

Never thought I'd arrive
at the age of the Sunday Drive
Grandma did it
when I was a kid it
probably kept her alive

I was the driver on one of her last
needless to say, going too fast.
I touched her hand
said, "I understand,"
but I didn't, for soon she passed.

I've no particular fear of a drive on Sunday
But I sincerely hope I make it to Monday
The way my grandkid drives
I hope she survives
to bury me, like I did my grandma, some day.

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Patricia Cresswell August 26, 2017 at 8:28 AM What a good way to remember your grandmother and to follow the growth of family until you become the grandparent. I enjoyed this small glimpse into part of your life. I remember Sunday drives. Lim'Rik Flats August 29, 2017 at 6:28 PM Seems the pace is a bit faster these days... :-)

Jan Allison June 11, 2017 at 8:51 AM I hope its a long time before the final stanza happens John!:-) hugs jan xx Lim'Rik Flats June 12, 2017 at 8:01 AM Me too! Hugganooshkises ~ j