So tomorrow we take our firstborn to college. Although I’m rarely at a loss for words, this one has me reflective, sad, excited, joyful, curious, hopeful…and not very eloquent. So here’s a tanka poem I wrote a couple years ago, with maybe some kind of understanding.
Driving Lessons
What you need to know
–-signal, accelerate, merge–
I must teach you well
be as safe as possible
so you can one day leave me.
Bon voyage, my sweet. I will always be just a yelp away.
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