Red Pickup Truck

Taylor Mathias

I loved riding in the truck with dad I may not have showed it or told him, But I loved it. Singing to the cassettes as I quietly hummed Dad not knowing that I secretly knew Every word to every song he played.

And how every so often he would turn The music off and look at me And say with a soft and sincere voice “Have I told you lately that I love you?” or “Have I told you lately that I’m glad you’re my son?”

I’d look up at him and tell him that I loved him too Savoring the moment, he would squeeze my Ticklish knee Making me squirm in my seat I would then turn the dial and the music played again Oh yes, those were some of my best days