I can't believe I wrote a poem about my minivan - how embarrassing

This poem took me back to my first car. Almost made me cry with joy thanks to a well written poem. I t would be nice if you could go into more detail

Wow, I really wasn't expecting anyone to even read this, let alone comment so favorably.  I'm happy to bring you tears of joy!  My own tears about the hours I spend in my van are much more cynical and exasperated....living a 15-minute drive outside of the small town where my family does everything means I eat, wait, kill time, nap, deal with whatever shit is bothering me....all in the van. During particularly hard times I've spent my waiting-for-kids time driving around back-country roads in a screaming rage because there was no other private time and nowhere else to cry!  And I'm often so drowsy I think I'll end up putting the whole family in a ditch....serious first world problems (rolling my eyes at myself).....I hope those details help you understand the perspective of the poem.

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it.  Thanks for taking time to comment and adding it to your list!

This makes me strangely happy,  

Glad to hear it!

ha!...i laughed when i read the title..
i like audacity..even in the [seemingly] mundane
or irrelevant...
you have a unique way of putting the
reader behind your eyes..
...
with so much demands on our time
everyone needs a place of reprieve
'four walls' where you can hear your own
thoughts..and that can be any place..
even a minivan..

'Wailing in the privacy of my speeding fishbowl
Don’t cut me off, arsehole, I’m too close to the edge'

why is this so endearing i can't explain
maybe cuz it speaks to the oddball in me
i enjoy your journeys of the beaten path...
they feel so youthful and energetic....

Woot woot!  Youthful!  Now there's a compliment I'll treasure!

Thanks for taking the time to encourage my rambling.... :)