Free Verse · Poems About Dad
Driveway
Every visit ends the same:
you in the driveway, hand raised,
getting smaller in the mirror
but somehow never gone.
Forty years you've stood there, Dad,
making sure we got away safe —
the same way you once ran behind the bike,
letting go and staying, both at once.
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“Driveway” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-driveway-wave
Quick facts
- Poem
- Driveway
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Free Verse
- Themes
- Poems About Dad, Family, Love
Text, source & rights
A traceable edition
Original QuillOak text. Personal sharing is permitted; other reuse requires permission.
- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalDriveway, authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 21f0d815f9d16198…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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