the lighter sideArchive
Contentment by Damian
Henry sleeps which gives us time to chat.
I drive.
You sing a song and shout 'echo!' as we drive under bridges.
You ask, 'why is it a long way?'
A question I can't answer.
You tell me about the bee you ate that became an owl in your mouth
And how you love your batman 'uncle pants'.
You ask to hold my hand;
I don't need to change gear for forty miles
And so we hold hands.
Soon I realise the funny things you say have stopped
And your strong little grip weakens.
You are where I loved to be
35 years ago;
Falling asleep, in the back of the car,
Safe, not a care, happy
Me and my dad.