Driving with Glasses

I admit my driving was scary,
accelerating into turns I have
traveled many times,
S speaking to me in harsh
tones to slow down and
follow the road and did I
see that car up ahead, and I
was scared to drive to Denver
in a bit to pick up a sick kid,
me who never drives to Denver
even in daylight.
Walking out the door I spotted
my salvation, my glasses.
oh, how well I see with my
glasses on, and I drive with
confidence to pick up my
sick kid, who now sleeps under
five covers, with three corn bags,
all of us hoping he will wake up
tomorrow and smile at the world.