He worked the night shift
I'd strain my ears for the sound of his car
A brief honk
I'd smile and roll over
His goodnight honk, my small body's permission to go to sleep
Now I am the driver in the dark, but mine is early morning
As I pass their house, I gently tap my horn
My way of repaying all those nightly messages
And I smile
2 comments:
Would that be our Uncle Kenny, of Kenny-and-Ethel fame?
Mom
The one and only!!
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