My brain wilts, an unwatered plant,
I never know when in advance.
I've been trying not to indulge in Pepsi
and that might be why.
But I tend to think that it's
my brain sliding into my shoes,
that I am crushing the gray matter
every time I take a step or dance.
It's hard to think with your brain
underfoot,
even hard to have romance.
Well, today was a very bad day.
I'm not sure that my brain was with me at all
when I left home.
I can explain why I feel that way.
I ran into my son's house...
That's it.
No, I didn't run in to tell him something
or run in to get something I forgot
(though there is the brain thing.)
No, I drove my car into his house.
I've always wondered how that can happen,
but I didn't need to know so badly
that I would try it out.
It was like this:
I was coming up his drive and went to stop,
my foot hit the edge of the brake,
slipped off and onto the gas.
When I tried to hit the brake,
my foot got caught up under the brake pedal.
A "duh" moment.
I'm pretty sure this is
the worst thing I've ever done...
since last week, anyway.
Tom, I am really really sorry.
(Insert shed tears here.)
Can I come into the house now??
Author notes
The side of the house is only three feet from the end of the driveway.
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WOW!!!
I'm at a loss for words... hey, I thought I was brain dead, but I think you have me beat. At least for now! 
Take care, and keep on keeping on, this is great poetry!!! Peace, Cyn 
P.S. I hope no one was hurt.
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Thanks for the comment, it is such a lovely one. SO perfect for what I wrote! I am bruised all over, but not really hurt...well, the house is hurt. Poor house! A few thousand dollars and it will be as good as new. Same for my car. I am just the luckiest mom to have my son be so very kind about it, as well as my forgiving husband. ~ Joyce
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Ohhhhhh....you poor dear! Wow! This was a great way to describe and explain one way this mishap could happen. Truly though it could happen to any one of us. Your regret shines through in your words here and I am sure your son forgives you. I hope you and all involved were not hurt for that is much more important then bruised pride.
Blessings to you and thanks so much for sharing one of life's "human" moments. Patty
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Thank you for the lovely feedback. You have a kind heart. My son is being great about it. My husband, Tom, had a bit more trouble,
but his actual reaction was that he is afraid someday I will kill myself if I'm not more careful. ~ Joyce
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How embarrassing!
I wondered too, how that could happen, when I saw a pick-up truck embedded in someone's living-room; one thinks all sorts of things. I'm sorry it happened to you. Your poem explains so much, and the worst part of it is that you get so little sympathy for your bruises. I hope the damage is not too bad.
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I am more angry with myself than anything. Why did I have to DO that??? Thanks for the supportive words, I appreciate them. ~ Joyce
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hehe, Im sorry I am not laughing at your pain. So this is a true story huh? If its not, I believed every word. This was fun to read I must say. You could have made it longer as far as I am concerned.
Thanks for the read
creatress
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This story is unfortunately really true.
Thanks for the nice feedback on my poem. ~ Joyce
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