Dead Mans Smile Poem by chip reed

i sit in the backseat i am a child again
happy and thinking of the impossible
i look up at the road and grin
i am having a feeling
i hope it sticks for a while
i enjoy this feeling
i look to my brother the seat over
and he is asleep peaceful and calm
i look at the passenger and i see a stern look
on the face of my mom
i look at the driver and i see a stare back
we lock eyes for a moment and im still a child
then i notice the dead mans smile
i wonder why he smiles so happily
i would like to think he knows
that we miss him and its ok
and i am glad he is free
i wake up from the dream
and i put on my uniform
and live another day