The blue convertible was spectacular
My baby was so alive I found myself praying
A pair of blue eyes to match he was on fire
Pleased with his toy my body was trembling
Palm trees were swaying in the wind
Clouds wrapped around the dimming sun
Woozy with the trees and the crosswind
Looking up my head spins it was quite heaven
I love the island drive my baby’s hand on my thigh
Moving at a high speed I felt the cool ocean breeze
The wheels barely touching the ground was I on high
Speed did not matter I was flying in my blue front seat
Kay Barcelon
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