Poetry by Casey Bottono: Driving Lessons

Driving Lessons

I am a terrible driver
But my nephew doesn’t know that
He hands me the controls to the toy car
He got from Father Christmas

Not for the first time, there is no map
But the destination does not matter
The plastic car stays ‘on the road’ for the most part
And I remember how it feels to play

He can’t speak yet
But some things don’t need words
The tiny car crashes into the table
And he helps me stay on course.