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PRIDE N' JOY
by S. Marie Hugo

Some call her an eyesore.
Some view her as trash.
She sits alone as tall,
lifeless grass surrounds her.

Tires flat.
Rusty body.

I see her still as part of you, Daddy
she was your pride n' joy.

As I accompanied you home from the
dealership, your pride shone though.

Driving her cautiously.
Slowing at each bump.
Timing the lights just right.

How you attended to your car
was how you cared for me.

I was your baby,
your pride n' joy.

I drive by her hoping
one day she will be
shiny and running again.

Just like the day will come
when my face will shine
as I climb the stairway
to heaven, running into your arms.