With Dad
Five years old
I'm in the truck with Dad
I ask How do you know how to drive
Dad smiles and touches his chin
He lets me drive on the dirt road home
The truck is gigantic
My feet don't reach the pedals
The steering wheel wider than I
But I feel proud
To sit on his lap
And drive the truck with Dad
Ten years old
I'm in the truck with Dad
We get ice cream
I play with the radio and sing off key
Dad listens
I feel happy
Riding in the truck with Dad
Fifteen years old now
I'm in the truck with Dad
I talk a lot
About school friends sports church and boys
Dad clears his throat
Dad listens
I feel content
Talking in the truck with Dad
Now twenty years old
I'm driving Dad's truck without Dad
The five speed on the floor
Chocolate milk in the cup holder
And Alan Jackson on the radio
I feel free
Driving Dad's truck without Dad
I'm a mom now
I drive Dad's truck
Right there in my right seat
Is a child of my own
He talks about oil changes
The numbers on the dash
Why we need to fill up on gas
That we don't want to crash
Mom are you going too fast?
I feel proud
To be driving Dad's truck
Just like Dad
Copyright © Victoria Reome | Year Posted 2016
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