Fingers Crossed

Children,
such wonderful promulgators of misconception
and mispronunciation.
A friend’s young son once told me
they had a boy puppy –
that it was written underneath
because daddy had turned it upside down …. and then told him.
Buzz, by  the way of buzzer, Aldrin
would have been plain old Edwin,
if his sister had been able to pronounce brother.

And I grew up thinking Christmas carol grandma ran over a reindeer
because
in our part of town people kept saying, old Mrs Derbyshire should stop driving,
she’s going to run someone over.

I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if our grandma
had run over a reindeer – or anything
and the police been summoned.
When she was 70 my father urged her to take the physical,
required to keep her driving licence.
She deemed it not necessary
he persisted.
Ping-pong for 10 minutes
my father stated she would lose her licence to drive –
“they’ll take it from you”
“No they can’t,
yes they can!”

“No they can’t – I haven’t got one.” And never had.
Whenever grandma was driving and saw a policeman
she waved cheerfully to them,
often they smiled
and waved back.
She was still driving when she died aged 83 –
still without a licence.