Every time I drive my dad,
Who is 93 and half-blind,
And in constant denial over his age,
Into town,
We drive by the big green pasture
That sets in front of the big yellow house,
And Dad always turns to look
At the same hoofed beast
Grazing alone in the pasture.
And Dad sort of sighs,
And says, with a tinge of empathy,
"Poor old horse."
And I always laugh.
Because it's a cow.
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I LOVE IT! See now. I'm just saying. AND, here you've done the fabulous, combining empathy with humor. It's so great when we find that little twist, isn't it? We kind of thought we knew where we were going, and we did go there, and the we went a little further. Delightful!!!
ReplyDeleteThis just makes me laugh. I laugh when it happens for real (and it really does happen every single time we drive by that poor ole cow/horse!). I laugh when I drive by when I'm alone in the car. And now I laugh every time I read the.......oh gawd I can't believe I'm going to use the word......poem.
ReplyDeleteAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, that's my scream laugh. I'm glad you laugh even when Stan's not in the car. Again. That's why we survive the tough times! Ahem. Not saying it. Not going to say it. Not hardly even tempted to say a thing about it being a.....nope. Not gonna do it. : )
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