A Date for Mother
© Grady L. Duncan
Mother had been widowed a number of years.
Time had now passed for the shedding of tears.
Life had become dreary, and she felt so alone.
With no purpose for living, it was hard to go on.
I felt I must do something to brighten her days.
It shouldn’t be too hard to think of some ways.
Maybe a long trip to some far away land,
to sun on the beach and build castles of sand.
But that’s too childish for someone like her.
Something more sedate is what she’d prefer.
I shared my concerns with my best friend, Jim.
He might have a solution though the chances were slim.
He said he had the same problem with Larry, his dad.
Since the passing of Jim’s mother, Larry was exceedingly sad.
Then the notion hit us, the answer was so clear.
It couldn’t have been better if we planned for a year.
The two of them together, the idea was really great.
It wouldn’t be easy to convince them to go out on a date.
Larry had a health problem, but that was in control.
Most people need their oxygen, when they get that old.
Mom was a spry old gal, much younger than her years.
She could run circles around all of her younger peers.
We couldn’t let them know it was all their sons’ plan.
So Jim planted the idea in the head of his old man.
The plan was now in motion, for ‘twas before that very night,
mother got a call to which she responded in sheer delight.
Larry had invited her out for that evening on the town.
She was so excited that she just couldn’t settle down.
She wafted up the stair as if ascending into Heaven.
Larry would pick her up, about a quarter to seven.
Sounds from the bathroom were as a carwash in full swing.
Above the whirling and swishing, I could hear mother sing.
Then off to her room for makeup and getting dressed,
She labored to erase years and to look her very best.
I was seated in the den, when Larry arrived as planned,
wearing tuxedo and bow tie, with flowers and candy in his hand.
As I opened the door, I saw, so sparkling clean,
his black ’47 Lincoln Town Car “curtained” limousine.
He had brought along his oxygen, just to be feel secure,
But he wouldn’t need it, of that he was pretty sure.
We were seated the den and had chatted to get acquainted,
when mother came down, looking like she’d been sainted.
Larry arose and stood speechless. His eyes stared, unblinking,
His face was red and flushed, maybe for what he was thinking.
Like two teens on Prom Night, they sashayed out the door.
Mother’s motions were so smooth, as if her feet didn’t touch the floor.
Off they went together leaving their past cares behind.
New worlds were waiting for them. New love they were hoping to find.
The night hours grew late, and I became quite concerned.
What could have happened that they haven’t returned?
Was mother all right? They really didn’t know each other!
Could Larry be trusted? Had he taken advantage of mother?
Then came the sound of the car out on the street,
At the sound of its arrival, I sprang to my feet.
I peeked through the blinds straining hard to see,
but they had parked in the shadows of a big oak tree.
Only silhouetted movement was all I could make out.
They were bobbing and weaving and thrashing about.
Mother slapped his face then started beating his chest
Then she pulled off his jacket, then his bow tie and vest.
Taking his face in her hands, their lips met in an embrace.
She flung back her long hair to get it out of her face.
Mother, what are you doing?... I thought in my shame.
You have lost control of yourself and I am to blame.
I felt guilty for watching and invading their privacy.
I couldn’t take any more. I had seen all wanted to see.
Then I retreated to the sofa, no longer able to stand,
with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
Time passed in slow motion, or that’s how it seemed.
This couldn’t be happening! It’s only a bad dream!
As daylight was breaking toward a brand new dawn,
I wondered how long it would last, all this carrying on.
Then the door flung open to a pitiful sight.
my mother had entered and her face was all white.
Her hair was so tangled and she looked near death,
but she managed a few words with a laboring breath.
You better call Jim! Larry’s out there in the car.
I‘ve spent the last hour having to administer CPR.
I managed to revive him, and he’s out there, still alive,
but he is awfully weak, and is in no condition to drive.
His oxygen ran out quite a while ago,
while watching the late movie at the picture show.
We were having such fun we lost track of time,
I’m sorry it had to end, things were going so fine.
I’m happy to say, all turned out all right,
and all have forgotten the fears of that night.
Larry’s now well and has wed my sweet mother,
and my best friend has become my step-brother.
If the moral of this little story is difficult for you to see,
appearances can deceive you, what you’re seeing may not be.
Judge not too quickly! I was wrong in all my thinking,
about what was going on, in the old black ’47 Lincoln.
By now you’ve come to know me, with my twisted humor and wit,
Some things I say in fun, not meaning a word of it.
The above never happened, not one word was true.
I just wanted you to smile. I was just having fun with you.
So don’t go spreading rumors. Nothing of it is fact.
Once false words are spoken, they’re much harder to retract.
Now that that’s clarified, I think I might need to explain;
When stirred, you never know what may come out of this old brain.