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
Life In My Tin Can red rug 
What a very good analogy…. and very descriptive… Diane
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Thank you!
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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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Beautifully written Shelley.. Diane xx
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Thank you, Dian!
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