The Oldsmobile

Childhood

Being  lean in money my dad bought a car to get him from “Point A to Point B”

The olds did just this for my dad

Today it holds a bittersweet memory

The car was a lighter brown and long like the long hours my dad worked to support his family on his own

There were four doors only three worked

A reminder of being the family of three we were

The driver side mirror was shattered spider webbed out where you could see my dads broken reflection

Symbolic to all the years he drove around single with a broken heart

The passage side door we all climbed in

Was heavy like the love that my brother and I carry for our hero of a dad

The brownish red interior of the car hung low

like the low times we were having in our lives

The smell of smoke

Fastfood

Filled the air

Like the love my dad poured out to and fro

To form a concrete foundation

To anchor down what we did have

The Car always moved

Slow at first

A reminder

That forward we go but slowly

 

8 thoughts on “The Oldsmobile

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  2. This is beautiful. My Dad was a single parent, too, and the strength he showed and the love he poured into us was just astonishing. He’s my dearest friend and I owe him the world. Thanks for this wonderful insight! Single Dads are always overlooked!

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    • I agree, they’re overlooked. I know, I look back and as you said, it’s astonishing, the love and strength he poured into us. We could never say enough, could we? In reading your comment, I can feel, that you know exactly what I mean. Thank you, for stopping in and reading.

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