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