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Grandpa’s Car Door

Katie Montgomery

My grandpa’s light blue car,

its distinctive shade

shining in the sun.

Not a youthful model

but a sight invoking memory.

The buzz of an adventure,

a hum under its hood,

stepping towards the car

I hear the unlocking click.

Excitement fills the air.

Even now I turn my head,

purely out of habit,

at the sight of a light blue bonnet

but the car I seek exists

only in my memories.

I long to open the door again

and see old tartan blankets

and sit on hard blonde leather.

A time before decisions.

A time of just pure leisure.

I still see my grandpa

but muted tones have replaced

that iconic light blue

and we too are not the same

-the girl or the man behind the wheel.

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