Mother's View On My Driving

I can tell by the look on drivers faces
That they're scared.

Why would they be frightened?
Because I just got my permit yesterday.
The lines on the road,
seem to look the same.
I've never discovered all the buttons in a car.
Till today.
With both hands on the wheel,
and the seat up as far as it will go,
I
drive.
My mothers screams
echo throughout the car.
Like some horror movie,
or dramatic car wreck.
But I was only driving
on
the
wrong
side of the
road.
No big deal.
Up ahead is my first intersection.
A stale green light.
Then yellow.
Suddenly red.
Stomping on the brake,
my mother jerks back against her seat belt.
A evil glare
is directed
at
me.
But it wasn't my fault.
The light changed
too
fast.
Down the road
we
go.
I press the gas pedal till we reach 60 mph.
The speed sign says 45 mph.
Oops,
I press the brake and go a steady 35 mph
after getting
another
evil glare from
mom.
Pulling into the driveway
I smile over at my mother.
She snatches
up the
keys.
Back inside the house
my mom
pours herself
a tall glass of
wine.
Man,
I love
driving.