If You’ll Allow It

You can hear the sound of this machine working
– you know you can –
if you’re as old as me,
and grew up in a small Midwestern town,
she was an occasional reality.
We heard about newfangled ways of serving others,
but what we had was good enough.
We understood how to fix her, simple trial and error,
no fuss or awkward searching – some days a little pat on the bottom, or the sweet whisper of, “come on baby” and she’d spring to life.
I smile because she was a dinosaur in the 80s,
yet we were proud.
Seems there is still plenty of good happening right here,
if you’ll allow it.

9 thoughts on “If You’ll Allow It

  1. πŸ™‚
    How could this not bring a smile to us dinosaurs ~ especially the line “no fuss or awkward searching – some days a little pat on the bottom, or the sweet whisper of, β€œcome on baby” and she’d spring to life.” Although, for me it was often a bit more harder than a little pat!

    Wishing you a wonderful start to autumn, Aud. It is your season to shine πŸ™‚

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