With eyes closed, mouth agape, head cocked to one side
you look like someone dead
But, you’re only sleeping in the car seat
in the back.
It’s not the peaceful sleep of babes,
but it’s the sleep of most children of your age.
Strapped upright, head resting on your chest
It bounces every time we hit at bump.
You’d probably say, “Who hit me?”
or call for
if you could talk.
When your are old and we are strapped into our final place of rest,
your friends will shake their heads and wonder
how we could have done that, when
everyone knows the safest place for a child is on the roof.