we were riding down highway 129
top down, windows opened.
blue sky was dotted with fluffy Spring clouds
you held your favorite stuffed dog
out the window, letting him fly
mom’s brown scarf was tied around
his neck for a cape, which flapped wildly
you were flying as well
i could see it in your eyes
as you guided his soft body thru the
air, you, too, soared, somewhere above
my head. somewhere up there where
I’ve forgotten how to go.
in a moment of exhiliration
you let your pup go and he tumbled
to the street and rolled to a stop as
we drove on.
Tears and cries welled up from deep
inside your little heart and as you turned
to watch him lie helpless in the road
all your little soul could say
from somewhere in there,
where I’ve forgotten how to go, was
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!”