by Vicki Renfroe
When we heard the honking
Mom said, "Stay inside!"
We wanted to run out--
It was Grandma in the drive.
Mom went out to meet her
Followed by all of us.
Mom wouldn't talk to her
So Grandma started a fuss:
"Honey, let the kids
Ride with me to the store.
I need some milk and bread
And a few things more."
Mother shook her head,
"No" And said,
"Not right now."
We knew why she said, "No":
Grandma had hit a cow.
Mother told us never
To get inside her car--
No matter what she said,
No matter how far.
"Grandma drives too fast.
She can't be trusted.
Here's where the cow hit--
This big place that's rusted."
We stared at the caved-in side
And wondered about the cow.
"Did it die?" we asked.
Mom said, "It's hamburger now."
Grandma looked at Momma
Then made her mouth a pout.
She started the motor,
Revved the engine, then peeled out.
We watched the dust fly behind her
And said our silent vow
To never ride with Grandma
'Cause she had hit a cow.
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