Ferrari is a family life poem, a celebration of parenthood and a reflection on the passing of time and its fast pace.

Ferrari – Family Life Poem

Our kids drive like a Ferrari, south-bound on
 the motorway, windows open, hair tossed
 against our cheeks. Between the tyres and
 the asphalt, sparks fly skyward. On dirt
 
tracks, the Ferrari’s suspension churns
 dust sprinkles between the tyres and the
 dirt. That day, late afternoon, the Ferrari 
pits at a rundown service station in front of 
 
the fading orange sky. The kids gulp
 ice-cold water and munch ham and cheese
 sandwiches, the Ferrari sucks petrol. We 
 take pictures and ask the nice old lady to
 
take a photo of us and the Ferrari, 
 soon-to-be speeding south-bound down the
 motorway, sparks flying between the tyres
 and the asphalt, sky-bound.