Riding In a Car With My Son
We said our goodbyes
Promising not to stay too long
My son settling in
The roads to the beach
Straight and empty
That winter’s night
The Doors were on tape
Morrison's deep voice
Chanting
“Riders on the Storm…
Into this world we’re thrown…”
Dashboard burnishing dull green
My son
Arranging action figures
Asking questions
As only a ten year old could
While I drove
Following the moon
Chasing the stars
Peering ahead
Into the darkness
Wondering what he would be like
When he grew up.
Foolishly, I believed there
Would be more nights
And more times to ride together
Only to carelessly
Let them slip away.
Years later
We were together again
My son driving
On the straight and empty roads
Pursuing his own dreams
We were just like two guys
Following the shoreline
Talking
Sharing
Searching for a piece of the moon.
Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2009
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