Oh, how I love them
Not the traffic kind
The bopping, laughing, dancing kind.
Dad taps his hands on the steering wheel
The greatest approval
Other than when he really dances and laughs
Me and my sister sing
And sometimes I'll crazy-dance
And we all laugh.
YOU ARE READING
As It Is
PoetryShort bits of writing I come up with in my everyday life - I try to see the world as pretty
