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