Sunday Mornings
The best thing you ever done for me
is to help me take my life less seriously.
It’s only life after all.
“Closer to Fine” –Indigo Girls
Sunday mornings, my dad and I
drove to the next town over for church.
He cracked the window to smoke,
but never enough, because it was
always in my face.
He had his music, and I was
never without a book.
I don’t remember any conversation,
but I remember us singing along
with the Indigo Girls and Tracy Chapman–
definitely not church-approved music.
If I put the right song on the car radio,
I can pretend it’s Sunday morning,
and he’s here with me again.
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I love this finely detailed vignette that gives me a window into how you related to each other. car rides can be revealing