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When we moved into our new home
we had a mustard-yellow phone
and, like most other folks in town,
all of us had the same ringtone.
Our yellow phone, in many ways,
was front and center of it all.
My parents had it mounted on
the middle of the kitchen wall!
So, when a phone call came our way,
or when we placed one going out,
we talked while we were tethered there
and none of us could walk about.
Phone calls to friends for hours on end
of things that happened during school.
We chatted about our homework
and the boys that we thought were cool.
Mom often whispered, "Cut it short!
Your dad is expecting a call."
Our conversations had to end
while I leaned there against the wall.
And sometimes, when there was a beau
on the other end of the line,
I'd try to escape Mom's earshot.
For a phone in my room, I'd pine!
I inched myself further away
while reveling in my beau's voice,
the coiled cord trailed along, too.
It didn't really have much choice.
That yellow cord, when it was new,
was prob'ly about five feet long
but stretched and yanked, day after day,
the coils grew limp and hung all wrong.
We'd never heard the term "landline;"
an iPhone now fits in my purse.
I miss those days of yesteryear.
Technology's sometimes a curse!
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Author Notes
I realize nostalgia often clouds my memory. If I could go back in time, I would surely miss my iPhone, Google, and GPS, and those long, stretched, tangled phone cords were a nuisance! Seriously--how did we ever communicate or find directions? LOL
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