My Family - The Fj Holden Poem by Paul Warren

My father bought a 1954 FJ Holden sedan
It was light green and had leather seats in its plan
I suppose to us it didn't matter and our family was made
As we went everywhere in that car and in the back seat we played

It was in the sixties when the times they were a changin'
Everything around us that was except my father's FJ Holden
We went on long drives and picnics in the summer time
And my father was there behind the wheel driving and so fine

So my childhood was happy and it seemed the car was always there
There was no need to worry or for my brothers and me to care
And it seemed that the day that my father sold that FJ Holden
It was the beginning of the end of my childhood as I now comprehend

So we started to grow up and go our own ways
But when I think of my childhood the FJ Holden stays
And I remember the laughter and how good it felt
To be part of my family long ago in my memory spent.

© Paul Warren Poetry