Third Seat in the Front

From the day my brother

can walk,

he sits on

my father's lap

while father drove

his brown work van.

With the best seat 

in the van,

Daniel easily sees 

over the wheel.

His hand placed

below my father's,

they steer.

How easy

he thinks.

Now my father,

drives passed the school,

three blocks further down.

Parks.

Daniel steps in,

closes the door.

His back faces my father

as he steps to the back.

Sits.

My father drives alone.

Back straight, 

seat pulled in,

steering wheel, close,

to fill the gap.