The Car Ride
My sister drives
My mother rides
and I sit in the rear.
And all throughout
our shopping trip
this is what I hear.
“Are you feeling cold?”
“Yes, I saw that house sold.”
“Then I’ll turn up the heat.”
“No problem with my seat.”
“Do you want a coke?”
“No, I don’t smell smoke.”
“Then shall we get something to eat?”
“Really, you can smell my feet?”
“We could stop there if you want.”
“It must be these new sandals I got.”
Each with one deaf ear,
talking away as if they can hear.
I sit in the back a smile on my face
enjoying the way they communicate.
My sister, as always, attentive and anxious to please.
My Mom simply happy her girls are both with her.
Me just content to ride along with them both
knowing these are the days that I’ll always remember.
July 9, 2011