In Your '53 Poem by chris schwartz

It's funny how I feel
Closer to you than ever
Yet you're six feet under
And I'm still treading here.

Sometimes I feel
That ride in your 53
You kept it parked
On the side of the house
Felt so big
When I sat
In that old bench seat.

You didn't drive it often
But man when you did
It owned the road.
I was just a little girl
When I was traveling
In it
Felt so big
When you were here.

When you were here
Driving your 53.
I was only seven or eight
When you were beside me
In back of that steering wheel
Man it was just so great
Didn't have a care
In the world
Didn't have to wonder then
You were right there
Beside me
In your 53.
In your 53.

It was green,
And so was I,
I can still feel the sweat
Running from my thick curls
Peeking over the dashboard
That I knew was yours.
V shaped window
Blowing hot quick wind
On my young soft face.
The bench seat
I sat upon
Dust beating from the cloth
In your 53.
Man how Ioved to ride
With you
In your 53.