I remember, my first driving time with Grandpa and his car Tucking a few pillows, under me and we plan not to go far

We started out, and the road was bare then we saw the truck In front of us, a stalled large one with no lights just was our luck

I hit the brakes hard, after hearing a soft voice telling me so We stopped, just behind the truck and went by driving slow

Grandpa looked at me, with a toothy grin with his next word His voice cracked, as he said ‘that was a guardian angel you heard’

You always wonder, what shoulder they will land on or what time We must think, about our others that have passed in their mind