He grasps the wheel with bony claw,
Stares straight ahead with tightened jaw;
Wrinkled skin wraps frail bones, my paw.
The ponies’ power to him yield,
Whirling wheel as saber wield,
Sitting still, I admire my shield.
While driving with a friend I thought of how dad used to look to my small eyes.
I remembered how safe I felt with him behind the wheel.
Countless hours have been spent in carefree fun while Dad drove hundreds of miles in all types of traffic.
This is just a little thing I almost took for granted.
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