Dismounting his Harley with a long swing of his leg,
A man removes his helmet and hangs it over the handlebars.
From inside the saddlebags, he removes his daughter’s helmet.
And here I am parked behind him in the passenger seat of my wife’s car
Picking up my son from the last day of summer school.
And I wish I had the money to be that reckless-cool
The kind of dad with the money to spend on luxury toys
And the kind of arrogance to rub it in everyone’s face.
Instead, I am the kind of dad who raised a son who is not afraid
To run up and hug his dad in front of all the other school kids.
Not afraid to blow his parents kisses when he gets dropped off in the mornings.
Not afraid to be proud of his parents even when he is starting to learn it isn’t cool.
Not afraid to show the other children his own brand of reckless-cool.
A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.