Broken Car

Pushed on the carpet, racing along
Speeding past the imaginary racers
The wheels speeding around
Chasing the other racers like a bloodhound
The child awakes from his dream, reaching for the car
Ready to make memories to last until the child is old
Sometimes it would be a plane
Or maybe even a boat
It all depending on where it was
Sometimes when he was outside he would give it a push
And it would go into the bush
He always liked to push the car along the hallway
But one time it went to the left and fell off the edge
It landed, shattering like a broken heart
The child's tears flowed quickly like river rapids
Only the front piece of the car remained
Never to be loved or used again
Only to remember
His broken car