A Cabbie’s Confession
I always pick up the same customer
She’s young and beautiful
And full of dreams
Somedays, she says very little
Somedays she rattles on and on
About important things
Or nothing at all
Sometimes we listen to music
She gets annoyed when I sing
Other times she listens to music
And closes me off
Buds in her ears
And I drive, in silence
I have glanced over at her sleeping
Slumped against the door
I’ve watched her pick her nails
And flick them on the floor
I’ve gone through numerous drive-thru runs
And made pit-stops for bathroom breaks
And bookstores
I have watched her read
Totally absorbed
She looks particularly beautiful
When she’s engrossed in book
Except when I *want* to talk to her –
We have had verbal disagreements in the car
I have pulled over
Until our heated discussion, cools
I hate it when we fight
I have driven her to
Church camps
Youth groups
Swim camps
And hundreds of swim practices
I’ve taken her to meet up with friends
I have taxied her friends
There are always many giggles then
We have left before dawn for swim meets
And I have faithfully transported her
Back and forth to school
And there was that one trip where we flew together
The one time I wasn’t the pilot
But then, we rented a car in Florida
Just us
That was fun
And I’ve waited
Oh, how I’ve waited on her!
I’ve passed time by reading
Catching up on social media
And paying bills
And while I have bills to pay
I run my taxi service for free
My customer never pays me
But I don’t mind –
I’d lie if I said my job wasn’t
Frustrating at times
But I couldn’t love it more
My demanding customer is now 15
And some time next year, I’ll be out of work
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What a coming of age poem hidden from a parental vantage point!
For me the turn hit perfectly. Lol …a little sliver of my mind whispered it’s her daughter right at ” youth groups ”
Beautiful poem.
I love this. What a wonderful tribute to parenthood. Thanks for sharing.
You couldn’t have chosen a more perfect title! This is such a sweet portrait of the loving relationship between mother and daughter.
Agreed. That unexpected turn elevates a great narrative poem to very special!
Love how the details compose two lives and the turn this takes. And I can really relate — I have an eight year old, we’re right in the thick of the taxi cab years.
Yes, this work takes an important step when it turns. Just a heads up: You’ll never be out of work!
I love the humor interwoven with the sentimentality and the slow reveal. Perfect timing.