Driving Mom and Dad
In the rear view mirror I see
one side of Mom’s mouth droop when she talks,
as if half of her is just so tired.
At a rest stop, they change places.
In the rear view mirror I see
Dad’s hollow sockets stare straight,
as if he’s seen too much world go by.
Soon they will want to rest again,
And I will need to let them.
© 2006 Jane Hoppe
