Are We There Yet?

A poem I wrote with regards to travel to Tracy.  Caleb like to go there to play with his cousin Natalie.  But the trip is long when you're four.   I was trying to capture Caleb's viewpoint.  His siblings entertained themselves with the alphabet game.

Are We There Yet?

"Are we there yet?"
"A" in Amoco, " "B" in buy a bear,
"Boring!"
"C" as in car repair,
I see "D" in drug store, boring, boring, "E" in exit.
"Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?"

Gameboy, Gameboy but Mark has the console.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mark won't share."
Daddy, "Mark, give him a turn,
Don't you care about your brother's feelings,
You better care... you bet."
"Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?"

Out the window--country fields, pretty sights
Ahead of us, on and on forever, nothing but tail lights.
"Are we there yet?"
Stop.  Go.  Stop.  Go.  Jerking.  In.  Out.
"Are we there Yet?
I'm thirsty.  Where's the water?"
Water's run out.
"Are we there yet?  Are we there yet?"

"How much longer Dad?  How much longer Mom?"
"Are we there yet?""Aaah, aaah... who let off that toxic stink bomb?"
"Are we there yet.  Are we there yet?"

Caleb now

"Are!!?"  "We!!?"  "There!!?"  "Yet!!?"
Shut up.  Be still.  Don't hit.  Don't ask.
Sit down.  Don't push.  Be quiet.  You just asked.

"There that hill, we are half way."
"Are we there yet?"  Are we there yet?"
"Are!!?"  "We!!?"  "There!!?"  "Yet!!?"
Then quiet, peace.
Mommy says, "I don't hear Caleb.  Where is Caleb"
Where did he go?  He has to be here..
Oh, there he is, asleep like a cherub...
I hate to wake him up now we're here."