(Carl Dobos)
I felt safe...in your car...
Lying in the back window
I remember being that small
Listening to the radio
Fibber Magee and Molly
And other wonderful shows
Though I didn't want to move
I knew I had to share
My brother took his turn
Up in the window, back there
So I stretched out on the seat
Until, completely unaware
Suddenly he would fall, saying,
"Dad stopped too fast, I swear!"
Dad would stop the car
A line was drawn down the seat
Right down the middle
No one was allowed to cheat
He said we had to stay
On our own side, hands and feet
I could look out the window
And begin counting one by one
The miles of telephone poles
Odd, how simple things were fun
I wondered how voices traveled
Along wires leading to a phone
I wondered how other people lived
Was their home like our home?
Sometimes I could sit up front
On that special fold-down ‘seat'
Or Dad would let us drive the car
Which was a very special treat
Sitting happily on his lap
It was me driving down the street!
Duck your head under the bridge
Lift your feet over the track
Life seemed safe and sound
Riding in the front or the back
I wish I was small
I wish you were here
To drive away the fear
I no longer want to steer
I want you to hear
I wish you were near
I tried to persevere
Now one thing is still clear
I felt safe...in your car...
Let's go home, Dad...
Lora Frikken ~ 3-8-03
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