Vintage Chevrolet

Vintage Chevrolet

 

 

 

my mom’s keys

to her ’57 Chevy

adorn my keychain.

 

it was a memory

worth keeping

like ballet shoes

and high school yearbooks,

something tangible

that traversed through the years

long after she passed away

like the deck of cards

for solitaire,    

her cigarette case

and reading glasses for crossword puzzles.

 

tangible and real

palpable to the touch

i hold the keys

in the palm of my hand,

a resurgence of life

stirs briefly,

ever sweetly

 

picturing my mom behind the wheel

of her ‘57 Chevy.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Love the memories you shared ; looking back on special moments is so inspiring…glad you have something tangible to keep
Lovely words Kelly😊🌷🌷🌷
Warmly, B

[Kady R.]

Hiii Kelly,

Kelly this poem is simplistic in it form and yet its realistic. Those pair of glasses of crossword made me think of the time when I was playing crossword puzzle in a hot afternoon day, underneath the ac blowing around a mist of people. This poem is so relatable and wonderfully worded.

Thanks for sharing Kelly🤗🤗🥰🥰🥰 and I'm sorry for your loss. I hope all is going well.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Kady. Nice to meet you!

[Kady R.]

Nice to meet you too!!🤗🤗🤗

[MCS]

A truly wonderful read, you guide the reader through a tender, heartfelt journey, filled with warm, sweet snapshots that linger.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Mary!

[Montana ~ Arthur Henn]

Kelly - A heartfelt, elegant poem. One that feels very personal yet speaks to anyone who has held on to an object after a loved one’s passing. It’s the kind of piece that makes this reader reflect on their own cherished keepsakes.

Well done.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your presence here is most appreciated, Arthur. Thank you!

[Richard🖌]

This one really made me smile!

Kelly,
I also once owned a Chevy; it was a '57 Bel Air convertible, soft butter yellow, white canvas top, silver leather seat covers, 4 on-the-floor, 283ci 220hp Carter AFB carburetor, with fender skirts, twin smitties, dual lake pipes, and 3-flipper hubcaps. I heated the springs and lowered it all around 'til a pack of Camel regulars standing on end barely fit between frame and pavement. It bounced like a stagecoach down the road, but we were cool scrunched-down, cruisin' through Prince's Drive-In, and the girls loved riding along, too … LOL!

She was sooo beautiful and I was sooo young and vibrantly alive, listenin' 'n singin' along to pop 'n rock tunes on the 8-track and AM radio … I often daydream of her, wishing she is still mine. Sighhh!

Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, friends … so many to remember from what they left for us in our hearts, in pictures and memorabilia they actually touched, owned, and imbued with their very beings' energies … those keepsakes we hold and treasure so dearly.
You've your mother's keys to keep her close and alive; I, my father's fishing tackle and gear, personal pistol, shotgun, and 30.06 hunting rifle, Craftsman tools and tool chest, with countless moments spent with him sharing them all. Mother's sweet heart, kind 'n giving nature, patience, and generosity, hugs, kisses, tender healings, amazing meals, and beautiful smile are my fondest keepsakes, along with her favorite photo album … with me in it, too, of course. : )

Wow, Kelly! Your wonderfully laid poem really touched deep, inspiring me to share so much of myself, which I rarely do.
But, I'm happy you did.

Thanks for sharing You … smiles 'n hugs! ⁓ Richard 🔑

[Kelly Scheppers]

Of these tokens I have of my mom, I have nothing tangible that belonged to my dad. I envy you what you have of your dad. It's a piece of him that will always be with you, and nothing can ever take that away. Not even time. Thank you, Richard!

[DIVYA]

Loved this poem, Kelly. Its full of beautiful relics from a dear, missed mother's life and I'm so happy that they still invigourate your spirit when you touch them. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful part of your life.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I am most grateful for the reviews I've received of a memory of my mom. Thank you, Divya!

[DIVYA]

Its such a pleasure, dear Kelly. Keep writing, my friend. 🌹

[Desert Knave]

What a perfect and personal piece. I have a couple little "artifacts" from my maternal grandmother, including a skeleton key that nobody knew what lock it came from. Strange how easily a trinket can bring the memories of those closest to us back. ~Jim

[Kelly Scheppers]

Those little artifacts help preserve our memories for years to come. Nothing will ever take them away. Thank you, Jim!

[C. M. Miller]

Bless you sincerely for igniting memories of a similar heart. I can cry easier now as the memories flow.

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's a picture of the keys on my FB page. It seems I've stirred quite a lot of memories for other people, as well. That, in itself, is my reward! Thank you, Charles!

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

People pass on,but the footprints of their existence remains in our memories.
The memories are so real sometimes we reach out to experience them again.
People graduate to the after life but the beautiful memories linger on forever.
This is beautiful and powerful Kelly.
It brought back some great memories from my childhood.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Titilayo. So very nice to meet you!

[Daz🖤]

Can't deny the ingenuity and great legacy of American cars.

"tangible and real
palpable to the touch
i hold the keys
in the palm of my hand,
a resurgence of life
stirs briefly,
ever sweetly"

That's beautiful. Mom would be so proud of her talented baby girl!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Daz. Much appreciate that!

[Daz🖤]

You're welcome my friend ❤️

[Daz🖤]

If I may ask, how old were you when your mom passed away?