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Daughter, with snow crunching in
frozen slide-causing patches
beneath enough of our tires
to make these often-traveled miles
a new adventure, hearing you
voice your common car concerns —
Juice, Dolly, Mittens On —
I know I'm not entitled to fear:
not this snowfall I should have heeded,
not burglars, not tuition savings,
not the already-imagined first date
where I appallingly intrude
and frighten some fourteen-year-old
boy away, or where I appallingly
don't. Right now, all I want is
to have you safely at home, but
suddenly I can't define "safe."
With snow like hyperspace
assaulting the warmed and earnest wipers
I unclench enough to ask myself:
When everything is fearable, but
nothing avoidable, what is there
to do but grip the wheel tighter?
Tighter, my child, but not too tight.
There are fears I know I'll never lose.
This poem first appeared in Paterson Literary Review.
Used here with the author's permission.
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David Vincenti is a father, husband, poet, engineer, project manager, accordionist, and bowler whose poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including Rabbit Ears: TV Poems and Meta-Land. He is the author of two collections: To the Ones Who Must Be Loved (2010) and A Measure of This World: Galileo's Dialog with the Universe (2015). Learn more about him at www.davidvincenti.com.
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Lori Levy:
So true.
Posted 02/27/2025 11:54 AM
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EstherJ:
"When everything is fearable, but
nothing avoidable, what is there
to do..." I feel this way so often, about so many things. This is a very expressive and touching poem.
Posted 02/27/2025 11:47 AM
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bobbi43sml@aol.com:
Touches every heart string of every parent , no matter how many years have passed since they were in their car seats, or able to be held tightly in our arms . Beautifully done .. thank you
Posted 02/27/2025 08:45 AM
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vscholtz:
"When everything is fearable, but
nothing avoidable, what is there
to do . . ."
Deep love, strong fear.
Thanks
Posted 02/27/2015 07:31 AM
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Nabby Dog:
I love how David combines the personal with the universal in this poem. All fathers can relate to the joys and fears but, as readers, we can take special pleasure in the unique perspective of David's life with his daughter's concerns with her Dolly and juice. I smile at the happiness of this poem and join David in trembling with the fears. It is a remarkable piece of writing.
Posted 02/27/2015 06:19 AM
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