Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

I was rear-ended, just today Saw nought, but felt the thud Experienced, thankfully, no pain No bruises and no blood. My mother, would have been upset Her ‘spective, not forgot, Vehicles, they can be replaced, Lives, alas can not. Hence greatful am, and I give thanks All senses, still have I, No pain, ’twas just a loss of day, I

  I know not where she got it from, She had it from young lass, But as a child, to keep her pace, I learnt to walk as fast. “Four minute mile” she could have won Would ne’er have come in last, By walking, at her usual pace, Very few, would her, have passed. When as a waitress in young days ’Twas always said in fun “Was that you, Florrie who went past? Felt breeze, but saw no one” When going for appointments To hospital, with her, As child, I learnt to build up speed, To make sure I, got there. In those days though, with shorter legs I nearly had to run, She had my hand, so I kept up, Back then, it seemed like fun. I too then, learnt, to walk as fast Necessity, it was, To keep her pace and not get lost No time was there, to pause. She did slow down eventually, When in her latter days, Delighted though, am I, to have  Continued in her ways.

It’s in the genes I reckon Though I would love to know If all my older brothers Think like this, also. My dad was a safe driver, His cargo, family fine, To him was, OH SO PRECIOUS, They were made, by design. So when we were all with him, Full family or just part, His job was solely, safety, His love flowed from his heart. ESPECIALLY so, when driving, To speed, - that was a ‘NO’, He loathed whenever he’d be late, Wherever he would go. “It’s better to leave early…..” Oft I’d hear him say “……Than be, even a minute late, Or ‘early’, end your day” Thus, he would depart sooner, He didn’t like to race, Preferred to keep speed limits He loved the gentler pace. I STILL can hear him saying, And often, now, repeat, Whene’er I'm over taken  By one, with time to beat. And think - 'I AM my father’s son' His traits, DNA code, “G’wan ya boy and hurry back, For another load”.