| She was a 1998 dark blue Mustang Hatchback and cassette tape deck Blue plush seats and Leather covered steering wheel Really sporty and fast Took me anywhere I wanted to go. |
| The best trips were to the beach When a sunny weekend beckoned. I’d leave early and get a donut at Allie’s I had a system for taking all my gear Settled in with other women and talked About the latest makeup and work. |
| The long walk barefoot in the sand was the best Checking out the other bathers Checking out the guys We would stay till the sun started to set Gathering all our stuff Planning the next trip. |
| Sweaty and salty I would head for home The Police played loud on the tape deck Roxanne, Every Breath You Take Windows down sunroof up coconut oil in the air The breeze brushing my hair and bare shoulders Life was good. |
| There were trips to Florida She didn’t skip a beat Trips to Maine where pine pitch Stuck on the hatchback I never thought twice about Driving her anywhere. |
| God I loved that car Not the way a man would No kicking of tires or Prolonged inspection of the engine She was perfect I gave her a variety of names to suit my mood. |
| I just liked the freedom She afforded me I could wake up on a rainy day And tool up to the museum in Boston Or check the latest deals at TJ Maxx Sometimes I would just take myself out to lunch. |
| She needed few repairs No major ones 189,000 miles of pure pleasure She died one day on the freeway All the fluids just came out Leaving her in the lot made me feel sad. |
| There was to be no other car My right leg gave out The PT said I couldn’t drive any more I’ll never forget the independence And good times I had with my car Knowing I could go anywhere anytime. |
| Now she is just a memory I treasure We talk about the trips I reminisce about treks to the mall And rides on the back roads I had it all and I don’t mind Most of the time it’s just okay. |
| Some of the good things in life Go away without warning Things we take for granted Friends we treasure It’s a good thing to keep track of them all Some day they just lose all their fluids. |
| Sheila W. Mooney March 2010 |