Friday, December 5, 2014

Basement musings

Freshly cleaned cars
in the basement parking area
with wipers upstanding:
the antennae of strange beasts
our present day steeds

And this car,
our post-retirement baby
registered with a number
oldly, oddly familiar:
my childhood
telephone number!

I vividly remember
that first telephone,
trying to dial our own number
and my father rarely speaking,
but listening to the phone,
endless conversations
interspersed with his 'hmmms'
Sis and I trying to count them
but giving up too soon.

He couldn't remember, of course,
when I asked him, decades later
To whom the 'hmmmms '
had been directed, a lifetime ago...

I see him chuckle, wherever he may be
at how his memories seem to pervade
things he's never seen, and how, for me,
he will always be a part of this car!





5 comments:

batulm said...

Oh I love that thought, his hmms becoming a part of your car now.

dipali said...

@batulm: Yes! Strange what connections Life forges!

Aibee said...

Yeah, those telephones....black monstrosities, yet one does feel nostalgic for them. I have even known people to use the old telephones' ring as their modern day Android phone's ringtone....

Aibee said...

Yeah, those telephones....black monstrosities, yet one does feel nostalgic for them. I have even known people to use the old telephones' ring as their modern day Android phone's ringtone....

dipali said...

@Aibee: Yes, now they are period pieces, almost!