don’t call her old
or elderly, foot on the
accelerator, doing 73 mph
on a south carolina highway
near myrtle beach, my
91-year old grandmother
in her pontiac, like the
jan and dean song about
the lady from pasadena
she died a year later
left me the car
determined to follow her
lead and never stop
moving forward
this is the place
where i once lived
basement tv, saturday sugar
cereal, endless ping pong
mowing the lawn and
shooting driveway basketball hoops
sledding as a child
reading by the fireplace
blasting the beasties upstairs
on the old stereo
ice cream birthday cakes
hide and go seek
learning how to shave
and juggle bean bags
talent shows with sunglasses
and the elvis moves
staring at jumping squirrels
outside my bedroom window
a home once ours
now is no more
it is the end of 2022
and what are we to do?
celebrate the newfound cold
and embrace all that is beautifully bold
there is a blessing in the air
a promise to live without fear
to love our family and all who are dear
this is what the universe wants us to do
to be kind and speak what is true
stand strong like sycamores against the wind
in this new year we begin again
to be grateful for all that is
and so the days will go by
carrying life like a sparrow song
our spirits dancing on and on
here’s to 2023 and all that is yet to be
This is kind of a random post, but I was pretty excited to find this vintage license plate. My home state is Virginia, 1972 is my birth year, and 2010 is my son’s. E is also the first initial of my wife’s name.
Daniel W. Polk 