A Literary Journal For
Aspring Young Writers

Red car

I grew up on the driveway, towing my plastic red
car I’d stroll beside my mother so I couldn’t go too
far. Roll out of bed as soon as I could
Sometimes bumping my head on the mahogany
wood. I was filled with love and care,
Small and snuggly like a teddy bear.
Hide and seek in dark spaces under a wooly coat, ‘I win
you lose’ after every game I would gloat. Crying over
handwriting and running to those arms I’d throw a grin
and make her fold for my childish charms.

I drive on that driveway, watching a red car from afar, I
call my mother to inform that I’m alive and not that far,
Soak up the morning laziness for as long as I could,
Still bump furniture made from mahogany wood, I’m surrounded by love and care,
If I look hard enough I’ll find my childhood teddy bear. I hear
the neighbours kids playing hide and seek, I look upon the
yard and see another giving their dog a treat, I cry over
memories and still run to those arms, They bring out the best
in me, including the forgotten charms.