Letter To Our Beloved Car
Traveling birds
Shifting seasons
Are reflected on your front glass
This is a usual scene every morning
That day, too
Before bringing our children to school
That day, though
You didn't come home
Injured severely on the road
A few days later
You were back
Your white butterfly like eyes
Looked sad
Appealing that you wanted to work more
The shattered face does not match to your slinky black body
Daddy will get you to hospital
Wait till then
The horn from trains CT and NY lines
Sympathetic and respectful
for our car who had been in service
for more than 20 years
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