My mom is ninety five and just stopped driving
She sold her car only few months ago
To compensate the loss of independence
Once in a while I ring her up and say "We go"

She's getting all dressed up like a young maiden
She may be old, but she is still coquette
Her device: a lady always stays a lady
She's changing outfits a few times I'll bet

Around the clock of ten I'll pick her up
And she is waving all her friends goodbye
We set off towards the Belgium border
The sun is shining bright in a blue sky



One hour and we'll drive around in France
We take a break and order a "café au lait"
I drink hot choclate with a dot of cream
And we smile because the moment is "parfait"

I drive a van, a big one, sitting high
And she's enjoying all that lovely scenery
On small roads I hope for non oncoming traffic
As I will getting stuck in all that greenery

I have a cooling box, which is filled with goodies
And when it's time, we look for a nice place
I put her in her wheelchair and we picnic
I'm taking pictures of my old mom's happy face



Last time I found a place at a nice river
It was too cold and windy to sit outside
She stayed in and while she ate her lunch
I tried to catch a fish in this water wide



Then we'll drive the little roads back home
We pass memorials from World War two
She says "such a shame that so many had to die
Giving their lifes for my freedom and that of you"

And that is why I love to take my mom
On those picnics every other week
We share thoughts and often humor too
I think my mom of ninety five is just unique

[This message has been edited by Titia Geertman (05-26-2007 02:47 AM).]

Titia~
My dearest friend ... you KNOW that I wish I was right there with you and Muys~
If wishing could make it so ... poof, I'd be right there in a heartbeat~

Send photos, okay ?
PURTY PLEASE~

Give Muys a gentle *HUGLET* from me and from the grandie girlies~

I miss her in my mailbox .. but try to send her something weekly~
Thank you for taking the time to read them to her~

LOVE YOU, MUYS~

Love you, Titia~

*HUGLETS*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email -             noles1@totcon.com

If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.

My goodness ... look at that Momma Muys SMILE~

Titia~
You two are quite the pair .. what love~

Thank you dear lady for sharing the photos~

I LOVE being able to reach out and touch you both from so far away ... brings you close to my heart~

*HUGLETS*
~*Marge*~

~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~
Email -             noles1@totcon.com

Like scattered leaves...my words will flow