The Road Home
On the way to Parkview hospital,
while driving along the Pacific rim,
under a thick blanket of fog,
our car pushed hard against a northeast wind
A winding road through muddy hills
The highway strewn with mud and soggy leaves
from patches of leaning eucalyptus
Wild scatterings of tall and ancient trees
Around each curve a reddish glare of headlights,
forked, and slashed their garish designs
upon your father's anxious face,
I took deep breaths and counted time
Lights accentuated the grimace of his angst
He kept silent, in such firm distraction,
and curiously seeing his face light up in the dark,
eased the grimace of my own contractions
Silhouettes of signs and trees
flashing by in lightning's fury
Windshield wipers keeping rhythm
indicating "hurry!....hurry!"
Our new found light showed us where to turn
and soon we curved around the bay,
the winding road led where we learned
young confidence... can show the way
You found your way into our arms
to a place that owned our hearts
You wrapped us with a cord of charms
and changed to light, a night so dark
When morning came to take you home
The sun broke through across the land
And new adventures waited then
A brand new winding road began
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For Kelly Deschler's Contest: "Just Down The Road"
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