While he was training,
She did unprepared.
Raising the little girl,
Visiting when she could.
300 miles in Caprice
The car overheated.
Rolling into a pitstop
Of just a single pump.
Sipping coke, waiting
With a three-year-old,
for the Hillman to fix
A broken water hose.
There wasn’t enough,
The check’d bounce,
No, they’d eat later.
Will you go to sleep?
The girl kept talking,
And worse, noticing.
A pack of cigarettes,
Six hours left to go.
Arriving at Ft Knox,
There was no gold,
But a sea of green,
Gems in geodes.
“You want to know
What mother did?”
Only if she wants
To tell, Nana said.
The girl dismissed,
Another secret safe,
And the transmission
Was the only neutral.