This poem was written by my beautiful mother, and takes me back to growing up in Suburbia and riding in an old station wagon with a rear facing passenger seat in the back. Spoiler alert, I was the thumb sucker~
To the Store
I promise I won’t ask for nothing.
Can I just have some gum?
Why do I have to go with you?
Tell her to stop sucking her thumb!
Get into the car my children
we’re going for a ride
we are going to the store
to buy a box of Tide.
I get to sit by the window!
Do I really have to come?
Maybe we can have some candy.
Mom, I can still see her sucking her thumb!
Get into the car my children
We’re going to have some fun
we are going to the store
to buy mommy a bottle of rum.
Tell him to stop pushing!
You think I’m still a baby
Maybe we’ll get something to eat?
Mom, here comes the Avon lady!
Get out of the car you stinkers
you think you’re so darn smart
we’re not going anywhere
the #@$%ing car won’t start!
By my mom, Donna Roye Gurney, circa 1968 (Olan Mills photo’s)