She was born
into a world
without telephone...television
motor car or aeroplane
“all the damn modern things”
she never did get used to
even when they invidiously invaded her life.
Even now
in her little one room flat
at the end of her life
she berates the telephone.
“It just rings and...rings! ”
She loudly complains.
“And that’s why I don’t answer the thing! ”
“It won’t...leave me alone! ”
I ask her
with laughter
what did folks do
without these things
how did they get by.
“What did folks do? ”
She sighs
as if telling a child:
“We used to...love one another! ”
This is lovely and very touching. I loved it and was touched by it.Her answer says it all. GinaXXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The modern conveniences...you know, the ones that are supposed to SAVE us time...do nothing but take it away from us...and we no longer have time for the simple things in life...like 'loving one another? ' What a wonderful poem, to remind us to stop and 'love.'