Holding to a steady pace,
from the back seat came a voice.
In belief that life was one long race
and fate- a simple choice.
"Are we there yet?" was his main concern,
as he twisted in his seat.
And I felt the sorrow he would learn-
for the trials he had to meet.
"A few more miles...a little while,"
though I knew the trip was long.
But in the mirror, beamed a smile,
for my word could not be wrong.
So we talked and laughed, we shared the ride-
and in time, he took the wheel.
Through the years, we traveled side-by-side,
to think, to hope and feel.
Then I turned to him- my tired voice,
"Are we there yet?" was my plea.
He grinned and said-
"That's God's own choice."
For at last, my boy could see.
