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 © | Year Posted 2009

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
October 8, 2011 at 1:38 PM
Nice poem. It brought back memories of taking my Dad for a ride back to his high school haunts and his bakery route in the late 40's. Even to the dance Hall he went to as a kid in Lakeside, Pa. Congrats on this heartwarming feature. Vince
Brown Avatar
October 3, 2011 at 11:36 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Edmund. Love, Carol
Richards Avatar
January 9, 2009 at 8:17 AM
This applies to most all parents, who think that there will be time....yet in a blink of an eye, they are driving, and we are riding along watching. Well done~ Carrie
Degenhardt Avatar
January 9, 2009 at 7:56 AM
I have two sons and two daughters and can honestly say I am witnessing the reversal as you have detailed here. The clarity in this is amazing as is the sentimentality of the write. Excellent! MIchael
Higgins Avatar
January 9, 2009 at 7:08 AM
This is outstanding...I am putting this into my faves..such a heartfelt write and the ride must of been breathtaking...I could see it all and howthis little man...I have a son and he does the same with his action figures..you make me want to write about him...terrific!
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