GRANDMOTHER'S MUFFNo seatbelts were worn
Sitting in the front seats of
Grandfather's Volvo
I would sit upon
Grandmother's knee in the car
As we travelled home
Still a small child
I would have had no control
Over such matters
I can remember
Her hand would fast appear
From inside her muff
To grab the soft green
Dashboard handle as we turned
Charm bracelet rattling
Wearing her fur coat
Its soft warm dark brown embrace
Providing comfort
But no protection
If anything had happened
On those dark journeys
Looking back in time
How did I ever survive
Grandfather's driving
MAWH, Jan 2018
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