The Cruelty of Cars

Yesterday her son said,

I can't wait 'til I have a car.

She said, Wait.

I can't he said.

I can wait until you have a car.

Why.

One day a car will pull out of the driveway

and you will be in it and you

will leave me.

But cars can come back, he said, crying softly.

Only to leave again.

Cars take away and bring back

and promise freedom;

cars leave mothers childless.

Cars break hearts

Cars are powerful and cruel.

Go outside and play, my son.





Poetry by William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-10-02 at 18:43

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, the memories! I was promised a motorcycle and all the reasons came flooding as to why the particular promise was broken. My first car was not given or received, I borrowed and bought. Public transport took me away from home and back. A very effective poem WH👍🏻🕊️
2026-10-04


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
. . . and that's exactly how it played-out with me.

This says so much mother and son, it's bittersweet.
2026-10-03