01 June 2016

Backseat Driving

Dad and me in Williamsburg sometime in the 1990s

Dad insists. on driving. just the same. as always
though I am. also old. finally. and retired.

I don’t like. night driving. I sit be.hind Daddy.
like I did. as a child. sucking on. my long hair.

How gawky. I am then. angular. unpopular.
much too poor. to join in. on field trips. way too smart.

Unable. to carry. a tune I. sing shyly.  Old Man River.
Anita’s. Going to. Get her kicks. Toni-i-ight.

The back seat. of the car. becomes a. dream machine
to read in. until car. sick nauseous. unfocused.

Dad pulls over.  helps me lean. out the door. damn. gagging.
I’m sorry.  he’s sorry.  all is well.  we drive on.

For my prompt 

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Parents, Guardians, Significant Adults in the Lives of Children

My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright.
© 2016 Susan L. Chast


thotpurge said...

Great picture and memories with your dad!

Sumana Roy said...

moments with parents are so blessed...how i LOVE your photo with your dad Susan, you really look like dad's li'l girl :)

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a heartfelt tribute to your father Susan, love the picture too!

Lots of love,

Purba chakraborty said...

Beautiful memories and such a lovely picture.

annell4 said...

I am sorry to hear you suffered that throw up in the car. I hope you no longer have that!

Old Egg said...

Oh how I remember that wonderful bonding moment as my younger daughter spilled a load on me! However we can laugh about it now!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I enjoyed this interesting style exploration. Smiles. I most love that the back seat became a "dream machine". You made me remember car rides as a child, some good, some mortifying, some terrifying. LOL.

Mary said...

Susan, I like the interesting style that this poem is written in. Sometimes it is fun to experiment. I don't like night driving either. I would like to defer to someone else to drive at night, but usually this is not possible. Smiles. Even though the memory in your poem is a bit unpleasant, I enjoyed the glimpse of your relationship with your father.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

My Dad loved cars and driving. I have many fond memories of being a child in the back seat on long journeys. Luckily I never got car-sick, even when I read there.

Jae Rose said...

That would be unconditional love! It is strange how we can revert to being small again in those time machines.. always a bit sobering when you catch a reflection of yourself sat in the back seat looking queasy - and a little older! I love how you have played with Annell's patterns and made it your own

Panchali said...

I am sure the holiday season brings out memories of car trips...I too have a few distinct memories!! Enjoyed reading this sweet poem, Susan!

rallentanda said...

Nice relationship with your Dad and glimpses of you as a younger person. Sweet !

Luk Lei said...

The formating is jarring and wonderfully disruptive, it especially comes in on that feeling of nausea. Awkward and sentimental. I love the form.

purplepeninportland.com said...

I have some similarities to this!