Writing in the open continued...

OK, here's a follow-up to yesterday's posting... a poem under construction now tentatively called December's Song:

“Turn it up, daddy!” she pleaded
as I pulled into the driveway.
Her “favorite” song was on the radio.
She has a million favorite songs.
I turned the volume up and eased the truck
to a stop and placed the gearshift in park.
“Wait!” she cried as I reached for the keys.
She wanted me to stay
until the song was over.
I turned the headlights off
and the night swallowed us whole. (move)
I and killed the engine but
let the radio keep playing
(insert) left the radio on
so she could sing her
duet with Taylor Swift.
She sang with the abandon
only a nine-year-old can do –
unashamedly and without pretense.
She glanced up at me and smiled,
then closed her eyes to block me out
so as not to ruin the moment.
(insert) Outside, the night swallowed us whole
but inside, the cab was bathed
in the soft blue light of the radio.
The music was loud and my little girl
was singing her heart out
and so was Taylor Swift:
“I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time...”
I wanted us to remain forever just like we were –
huddled together under a
cold, moonless December sky,
listening to music and singing.
But all too suddenly the concert was over.
The stage went black and it was time to go home.
She opened her eyes, smiled and hopped out of the truck.
I turned the radio off, grabbed the keys
and silently went inside.
As time moves me further away from that night
I hope I’ll be able to find my way back
to the cab of that truck
and find my girl there
singing her little heart out.
If I could
I’d go back to December all the time.

Copyright 2011 Donald G. Redman All Rights Reserved