When the time came for you to learn
how to drive,
I wasn’t quite sure if this
lesson of yours we would survive.
There is a
certain process everyone has to go
through,
First was getting a learners driving
permit for you.
Going to take the test
when you thought you were ready,
Hands
shaking though and you could not hold them
steady.
All of your life usually such a whiz
at every test you took,
And you had studied
real hard the long drivers hand
book.
Failing the written test the first
time you were so sad,
Asking the lady there
how many more chances you had.
She told you
could come back and try again in a day or
two,
You were so excited then you didn’t know
what to do.
I ask what was one of the
questions you missed on the test,
And you
thought your answer had been the best.
The
question was, “If there is a blind person in the
crosswalk
And you come upon them in a car,
what should you do?”
You checked honk your
horn, it seem like the perfect answer to
you.
I laughed so hard the tears were
streaming down my face,
Another precious
memory no one could ever replace.
After
several more tries at the test you finally made
it though,
Driving permit now in hand you
were ready to go.
You and your Dad both
outside in our little Honda car,
All you
really needed now was maybe a sturdy safety
crash bar.
Your Dad came into the house and
said, “Honey, look outside”,
A big smile on
his face filled with obvious pride.
In
the drivers seat your foot pushing the gas pedal
all the way,
The engine revving, a sight I
still can remember to this day.
We both took
our turns at teaching you to drive,
So if you
went somewhere we knew you would
arrive.
In the end it was good old Dad
who had to teach you,
Taking over after I
said, “This is not something I can do.”
After
many driving lessons at last the wonderful day
arrived,
You had your drivers license and
somehow we had all survived.
©
Brenda Sparkman
January 2005
Midi Playing: "Little Honda"
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