The Dial Phone
By David Smith October 26, 2010
The dial on a phone, the circle as it spins.
Osborne, four, oh, four, four, one;
My phone number, where to begin;
From Grade one to grade eight that phone number was real;
A black dial phone, had prestige and appeal;
Thought of my mom, seeing the cell phone with class
Strong vivid memories as they sometimes clash;
Mom blamed the push buttons why wrong numbers were dialled
Simple change got my aged mother riled;
Observing the dial on a cell phone hit home
Memories of my parents continue to roam
A simple picture to hit a nerve
Life constantly throws us a curve.
Anchoring thoughts to pictures in life;
Changing the image, we can overcome strife.