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.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“Driveway” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-driveway-wave
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