My favourite thing in my room.

The telephone
That perches on my shelf
Signals two times;
One past, one present.
An advance in technology;
An ability
For all things
To be reproduced
And sold in bulk,
For those who take a fancy
Of the 'retro' and 'kitch'.
Little phone
Feels unappreciated
With ten thousand
brothers and sisters
And parents who own so much
And care for naught,
Perhaps with the exception
Of their prodigal son;
Money.
He comes and goes,
Makes them elated one moment
And deflated the next,
But they love him
Not caring what he puts them through.


Little phone
Cries out for attention
For a time when all little phone's looked like him
That my parents were born and met in.
They smiled at my Little phone
And picked him up and took him home
And gave him to their youngest daughter
And didn't realise they had bought her
A Little phone with sixties character
That fit the space on the shelf
And with the music that she loved
Perfectly.


Little phone,
Reminded that daughter of a man
Who had taught her a lot
Who has witnessed all of these times
And still laughs as though he's the same age as her.


A while ago,
When both of us
Could snuggle comfortably together
In your lap,
You could de-weed the garden,
And shout about the dissappearance of your 'spuds',
You looked at me and smiled,
Thinking you were superman, to me.
You still try to keep the appearance
Although your muscles and bones
Give you away,
Your back hurts
And your legs are sore,
You still let me sit on your lap
Make me laugh
With anecdotes that make me miss
Times I wasn't born in
And I smile
When you keep your £20 notes
Because you think they're 'pretty'.
Talking to your sister,
She tells me about how,
When she was little,
You used to give her your rations for sweets
Because you didn't eat them
(And I know it's a lie,
But you love her so much you didn't care)
How when she was born
And the nurse told you that you had a sister
You asked her to take her back,
Because you already had a 'stupid' sister,
How you laughed when your son, Tony,
Reversed your friends car
Into a telephone pole
When he was four.
I can see when he talks to you
He thinks you're superman too.


Little phone,
You are just half a year old
I want you to know that you are appreciated;
Remind yourself
You are loved.




I don't know what inspired this...but yes; I love my Little phone...and my Grandad :)