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Free Verse · Poems About Dad

Passenger-Side Wisdom

by The QuillOak Editors

You never sat me down for talks.

You took me driving —

oil changes, parallel parking,

long quiet miles where, eventually,

everything important got said

sideways, at sixty,

both of us watching the road.

That's where I learned it all, Dad:

eyes forward, hands steady,

and someone you love riding with you.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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