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Ending back at the beginning with A.

Sunday Drive

On a Sunday drive, with gas to spare,

Exploring roads, purposefully misplaced,

You, behind the wheel, confident and free,

An adventure of whimsy, destinies erased.

We journey together, you, the kids, and me,

Arriving at a turn, a choice to be made,

“Left,” I promptly say, a playful decree,

And a sideways smile, mischief displayed.

Yet, defying my words, you turn right instead,

All in fun giggles from the back seat conveyed

The twinkle in your eye, mischievous thread.

We venture forth, A Sunday drive, a family affair

Getting lost on purpose, the map unread.

With a tank full of gas, of safety aware.

“Left or right?” you inquire with a grin,

A family day, no plan, no purpose, no care,

“Left,” I respond, with a playful spin,

But you turn right, a smile dancing free.

Ah, a game, what fun, this game I’ll win,

I play clever, you’ll not beat me,

the twinkle in your eye, shimmering bright,

Which direction, the children giggle with glee,

Right, I say, and obediently you turn right.

With no destination in sight, we embrace chance,

A whimsical dance, an adventure taking flight.

Where we end up, in the end, is happenstance,

Together we play, you behind the wheel, drive,

At your handsome face, I can’t help but glance,

Your face, innocent, smooth, expressions alive

I study your face, forehead, cheeks, and chin,

When it is time to go home, You will contrive

a way to get back, back to where we begin.

In this realm of discovery, we find our course.

building family bonds, memories akin,

The thrill of getting lost, our driving force,

As we wander, our spirits thrive,

let the children decide our next course,

Oh, the beauty of our Sunday drive,

No worries or stress, just freedom with flair

Sunday drive, getting lost on purpose, feeling alive.

The road stretched before us, the day rich and fair.

No greater joy, than to remember days without care.