Poem “Cars”

Cars

I am laughing very hard,

My family is too,

Because baby popped a bubble of spit on her face.

We are driving,

And I wonder?

In the car ahead, are they laughing too?

I am crying, yes crying,

My family is too,

Because we are driving, to a funeral,

And I wonder?

In the car ahead are they crying too?

I am excited, and jumpy,

My sister is too,

Because we are going to a birthday party!

And I wonder?

In the car ahead, are they happy too?

I am driving, yes driving,

My family is scared,

So am I,

Because it is my first time behind the wheel,

And I wonder?

Is the driver ahead scared of me too?

The people ahead are unreal,

Car wrecks are never personal for me.

Who are they?

Are they faceless, expressionless, never ups and downs?

Because I cannot see,

And I wonder?

Does the driver ahead ever wonder about me?