Little Trees (NaPoWriMo 2017 #3)

The scented paper car fragrance

On this borrowed ride

Brings back a memory

Of me in the passenger seat

And a grey haired man

Who looked a lot like me

Taking me to somewhere

To school, to an outing, to the mall

I am the warrior and he the worrier

But his hand on the steering wheel

And his nervous maneuver of the gears

Brought me comfort

Because in that enclosed moving space, next to him

Singing a song full blast on the speakers off key

I was no one else but me