The Ghost in My Car
The Ghost in my Car
I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car
Not exactly him but some likeness, a ghost from afar.
I can’t exactly see him clear
But either way it’s nice to have him near
I’ll tell him stuff about my life
And he nods and makes positive sounds
I can’t exactly hear him
But either way it’s nice to have him around
I glance over towards him
When we’re stopped at the traffic lights
I don’t exactly know why
I can’t really see him, sometimes he’s in the back, just out of sight.
Anyhow, its really a thrill to find my dad sitting next to me in my car
Maybe it’s his spirit or even just a trick of light
I don’t exactly know the answer
But I swear he smiles back when I say, goodnight Dad, everything’s all right.
Mon 3rd Apr 2023 10:08
Thanks to all for your kind comments. Much appreciated although after all, we all love our fathers
Sun 2nd Apr 2023 13:00
I love this, great writing.
Sun 2nd Apr 2023 10:45
I know the feeling, Steve.
Sun 2nd Apr 2023 08:32
A genuinely moving poem, Steve.
Sun 2nd Apr 2023 02:59
Really lovely and so sweet!
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