Family Trip With My Man of Steel

Family Trip With My Man of Steel

You held both hands

on the steering wheel,

the platinum wedding band

on your left hand

glistening in the sun.

You hit a pot hole

and the car jumped.

You took your right hand off

of the steering wheel

to reach out to me by your side

in the front passenger seat.

You held my left knee

and squeezed it.

You wanted to make sure

that I was okay.

Over the years,

There had been some

moments that were

similar to this one.

The time before,

when you hit a bump in the road,

you held your right arm

in front of me

like an extra seat belt

as I started to jolt forward.

I thought that your

protective nature toward me

was a thing of beauty

and I had loved you

even more deeply

because of it.