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Drivers Ed
David M. Tookey

~ for Louis Jenkins

On the way home
I rarely make a certain traffic light.
Usually I end up waiting at the red
with other folks.

Long ago, I learned that
when you stop, you should be able
to see the rear bumper
on the car in front of you.

Recently, my daughter learned that
when you stop you should
be able to see where the tires
on the car in front of you hit the road.

Now when I stop I make sure
I can see where the tires
on the car in front of me
hit the road.

My daughter
now off to college
still helping me
make it through the day.

by David M. Tookey.
Used here with the author's permission.

David M. Tookey lives in Seattle, Washington, where he is an elementary school teacher. A bicycle is his main mode of transport around town; David says he finds he can tinker with poems in his head as he rides. He also enjoys baking bread and, after exploring colleges with his daughter recently, he is filled with hope after seeing and interacting with so many terrific young people.

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I really like this poem, it has such a beautiful message. I wonder what i'll teach my dad when i grow up, but for now, i think i'm okay where i am.
Posted 01/29/2020 11:31 PM
My dad taught me how to drive, and now I, his daughter, am off at college. I hope he enjoyed the time we got to spend together while I was getting my license as much as I did. Thank you for this lovely poem!
Posted 01/29/2020 06:34 PM
This is the first poem I have read on, and I am so glad it was yours. What a beautiful way to see the world. ♡
Posted 01/29/2020 05:51 PM
Beautiful. My favorite poems elevate daily life.
Posted 01/29/2020 12:05 PM
Janet Leahy:
Thanks for a great poem and a reminder of safe driving habits. Now would you please write a poem about the lost art of dimming bright lights when you meet another car at night.
Posted 01/29/2020 11:15 AM
Jean Colonomos-1:
Love the sentiment here. My daughter's 39 and I'm still learning from her.
Posted 01/29/2020 10:36 AM
Makes me want to write one about my daughter's drivers ed teacher--the one she observed talking on her cell while driving through town. And apparently, left-foot braking is now correct.
Posted 01/29/2020 09:57 AM
Somehow, this poem had me right from the title. Such an unexpected subject, it almost had to be good, and it was.
Posted 01/29/2020 09:45 AM
Larry Schug:
Isn't it amazing how others, alive or dead, can truly live within us?
Posted 01/29/2020 08:27 AM
michael escoubas:
Simplicity and clarity--hallmarks of excellent poetry David. Thank you.
Posted 01/29/2020 08:12 AM
Very nice memory with driving, your daughter, and what you'"e learned. A dad who learned from his daughter, great dad!
Posted 01/29/2020 06:00 AM

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