Doctor Grandma

Driving Through the Storm

Racing home in the rain,

I hold onto steering wheel,

Peering over it, I sit up straight,

Trying to see the road.

I follow the truck in front of me

With blinkers on,

His, and mine,

And realize why

people drive

into dangerous water they shouldn’t have,

It’s too hard to see

where road ends

And water begins,

Or how deep it is.

Just as in life, we take our chances,

Follow our instincts,

Say a prayer,

And hope we make it through.

I check my seatbelt,

Take my time,

Place my finger on the window button,

so just in case

I am swept away,

I’ll roll it down

to make it outside,

Because the story that stays with me

From the thousand-year-flood,

Is the lady whose car

met a wall of water

While driving under a bridge,

She was 3 blocks from a hospital,

swept away in the middle of town,

trapped within her car.

So carefully we plan our day,

So unaware of our fragileness,

So close is this world to the next,

We make the jump in a minute,

So set the course of your journey,

And plan what you do each day,

But realize life has twists and turns,

Appreciate the time you have

And all you learn along the way.

     cfblack  04-05-2017                                 

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