A Young Chauffer Poem by Steven Shoemaker

The year was 1965,
and Mrs. J was 65,
and she had never learned to drive.

It was so very long ago,
but she would tell me where to go
through the streets of Chicago.

To change lanes left, I'd turn my head,
but she would yell, 'Look straight ahead! '
'When you do that I'm so afraid! '

She started dating a new man;
he said, 'I just don't understand,
learn to drive- I know you can.'

She took lessons, a good sport,
and told me then just what she thought:
'Now I know of that blind spot! '