when we take the car
I look out the window
when the hills roll past
these waves of roasted seaweed
with chunks of salt fold!
when we take the car
I open up the window
when the fields are crisp at the edges
these terraces of rice husks
remind me of Mom!
when we take the car
I gaze through the window
when Mom’s house is just in sight
its clay roof and stone walls shake with anticipation
to see my face brimming with elation!
when we take the car
I reach for the window
when I see Mom’s crow's eyes
and her smile as wide as a mountain range
does my heart flutter!
when we take the car
I scream from the window
Mom, squeeze me and hold me tight
because I miss you every night
in Dad’s apartment under the covers!
when we take the car
I wave from the window
when the cows march alongside
saying goodbye, see you soon
from Mom’s house, they moo!
About the Creator
Thomas Bryant
I write about my experiences fictionalized into short stories and poems.

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