Car Talk

Bound by the confines
Of your car seat
You kick your new-shoe feet
In anticipation of Nana’s house
Pointing out motorcycles
And big trucks
       Where he goin’
A constant refrain

Secure—
      Poppi’s drivin’ the van
Every hill an adventure
Every compact car
Nana’s car
Pointing out
To your captive audience
       I been dere
In your sweet little boy voice
Full of wonder
And certainty

 Big blue-green eyes
Sparkle one minute
And demand the next
Brave and intrepid
But equally demure and coy
Emotions as tousled as your
Towhead curls

 And no matter how many times
You come to us
The return trip
Is fraught with
      I be back
As you firm up a contract
Written on our hearts

                     --Katherine M. Searle
                        23 Aug. 2007

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