The way your father drives

Rain streaks the window, a blurry retreat,

and I’m lost in memories, the rhythm, the beat.

Tires splash puddles, like life’s soft sighs,

a comfort in motion, beneath stormy skies.

His hands steady, on the wheel they rest,

through winding roads, he knew what was best.

A glance at the mirror, his calm in the storm,

his laughter like sunlight, a promise of warm.

Each turn a lesson, each stop a pause,

I think of the ways he taught me the cause

of life’s tangled journeys, the joy and the strife,

how to navigate highways, how to savor this life.