Sun-drenched country roads bring flashbacks
of my childhood,
the Sunday drives,
ups, downs, and curves,
shrieks of laughter from the back seat
as Dad sped up
for “stomach” bumps,
taking our breath.
No seat belts then to keep us from
slipping, sliding
across the seat
with childhood joy.
Author: BHW
I am an octogenarian, mother, grandmother, wife, sister, friend, voracious reader, and amateur poet. I am dedicated to keeping both my mind and body active through yoga and tai chi, walks with my dog, rich discussion with my book club and 80+ groups, and numerous other activities. I have a deep curiosity about the world and its inhabitants.
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