We Are Adventurers

I remember her hands gripping to the wheel,

An ice covered windshield,

The snow outside as thick as steel,

She was afraid, but could not yield.

 

Maybe it was the cold,

Or her shivering frightened face,

But I said it so bold,

And with a childlike grace.

 

"We are adventurers, we fear nothing."

 

Still afraid,

And with a heart still pumping,

She smiled and agreed with what I said

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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