Being lean in age and 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
The driver side door would not open 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…
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Life In My Tin Can 