Holding to a steady pace,
from the back seat came a voice.
In belief that life was one long race
and fate - a simple choice.

"Are we there yet?" was his main concern,
as he twisted in his seat.
And I felt the sorrow he would learn -
for the trials he had to meet.

"A few more miles… a little while,"
though I knew the trip was long.
But in the mirror, beamed a smile,
for my word could not be wrong.

So we talked and laughed, we shared the ride -
and in time, he took the wheel.
Through the years, we traveled side-by-side,
to think, to hope and feel.

Then I turned to him - my tired voice,
"Are we there yet?" was my plea.
He grinned and said -
"That's God's own choice."
For at last, my boy could see.
Warning: main(commenter1.php) [function.main]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/.barton/nsigamany/zine5.com/archive/steve40.php on line 78

Warning: main() [function.include]: Failed opening 'commenter1.php' for inclusion (include_path='.:/usr/local/lib/php') in /home/.barton/nsigamany/zine5.com/archive/steve40.php on line 78