My Firsf Set Of Wheels Poem by Panagiota Romios

Remember that sense of freedom?
Your keys, you free, in your own
teen-aged kingdom.

If older, like me, seats then, were made of fresh new leather.
Oh, that scent just tickled my young  soul like a peacock feather.

You graduated from the bicycle crowd, now.
How regal, you waved like a queen, not having to kowtow.

Able now to choose the radio stations that you really liked.
As you grinned in pride in the mirror driving on the Turnpike.

Boys winked and waved, thought I died
and went to heaven!
We all flirted shamelessly and had Slurpies at the 7-11.

Brain freeze, ugh, I got from these.
But really loved boys digging my very cute dimpled knees.

What a ravenous flirt I grew to be.
Come now~ this was far more fun than
any library!

No more crowded buses and falling books.
That red and white convertible had me totally hooked.

I can still hear the sound of the rain on
the convertible top.
I wanted to drive my new white-wheeled
dream and never stop.

The steering wheel was big and round,
I know I hugged it.... it never made a
sound.

This brand new car was a present from
my parents, more than kind.
I can still drive it, if only in dreams, it
is still utterly divine.


June 28,2020