Edward Ibeh Poet Free verse

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Driving Lessons

Ah, my teenage years! 
              Unforgettable 
      The fun driving lessons
         In the summertime, 
           many moons ago 
 with my dearly departed father
                  lingering, 
                  precious, 
   magnolia-scented memories 
        Perennially haunting 
       and tantalizingly close 
                  to recall
          I fondly remember 
         my father's patience 
               through it all
              Riding shotgun, 
                 helping me 
              steer the wheel 
        with a steady left hand

"Easy now, son...easy on the gas pedal..."
"Return the steering wheel after every turn..."

              Oh, I remember 
   those calm, silken words of his 
                  all too well
              Memories worth 
              more than gold; 
               too expensive 
                to be bought



Lines Of Ten That Remind You What It Was Like Back Then Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and posted: 09/27/2018

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Line Gauthier October 11, 2018 at 7:43 PM Wonderful memories, Edward. Congrats on your win. Edward Ibeh October 11, 2018 at 9:46 PM Thank you, Line!:-) Much love...

Silent One October 5, 2018 at 6:12 AM Congratulations on place in the contest.. Edward Ibeh October 5, 2018 at 1:18 PM Thank you very much for placing me, SO!:-) So humbling...

CayCay Godwin October 2, 2018 at 1:27 AM When yesterday was just 20 years ago, my Dad made his transition. Now missing him is a piece of the whole me so you got me & good Dad-tears. I've come to know that, for me, Dad tears never fully dry. With each word he was HERE w/ me. I thank you for such an awesome blessing. Know this poem did that - you did that, gave me time with Dad. Thank you. Poetry hugs ... CayCay (while box-validating, spirit nudged me to share "My Father, My Dad" with you. Wrote itself within 36 hrs after he passed.) Edward Ibeh October 2, 2018 at 6:34 AM I'm glad this poem spoke to you, CayCay:-) I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing fond memories of your Dad. And thanks for your wonderful comments and visit! Have a blessed day...xoxoxo