The Lime-green Ford

The Lime-green Ford

 

It was the symbol of her later years,

The lime-green Ford parked outside

In the drive.

She bought it on a whim, or so one hears,

And drove it for years, maybe ten plus five.

 

Well, the years crept up on her

Didn’t they.

Her driver’s license expired

Didn’t it.

She sat inside, keeping old age at bay.

 

And the lime-green Ford

Outside did sit.

Her mind gone a bit.

She became very old.

“I could still drive that car,”

She’d say to me.

“And no matter what, it can not be sold.”

“Just leave it there, and let me be.”

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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