Saturday, May 22, 2010


A woman at work’s cell phone
sounds out a familiar ringtone in
the middle of a meeting, fumbling
she flips it open, turns it off,
acts totally embarrassed. Apologizing.

It’s my father’s ring tone and I think
of him and how the phone was always
in his hand, to his ear, on a table by his side.

I want to find out the name of the song,
it’s robotic-electronic music, generic to
most of the people who have cell phones.

I want to hear it ring again and remember
the man who was always so close to me,
but never near enough, most of the time.


Senorita said...

This has happened to me, but not with ringtones. With perfumes that resemble those my grandmother wore. I hope you fins what you are looking for.

Khakjaan Wessington said...

This one has good movement of thought. You isolated a moment of modernity and brought the universality of sentiment from a tiny article--the ringtone. Good job.

Robin Easton said...

Very moving. Tugs on the heart. Something we can all relate to whether we have a cell phone or not (I avoid one -- too many calls already), but I really liked the poignant emotion in this piece. Even the vulnerability in you when you wanted to hear it ring again. That is like a beautiful child. And beautiful writing. Simple and right to the heart of what is important. Thank you.