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

[hiren]

Hi Kelly,
I just stopped by to say hi.
Hope you are doing good.
Hope everything is going well. If we think a positive thought make your day going good then definitely I wish good for you.. stop by to say hi..

[CD Campbell]

Not so much the machine, but the time. Thinking of my dads old 78 Ford Ranger as my laptops fan keeps going on and off like a jet engine like it's going to explode. I get faint whiffs of nostalgia from time to time and it drowns me. I would say this poem is like honey though. Something sweet we drown in willingly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I almost fell off my chair! Lol, so good to see you, Corey. Yes, the nostalgia of those years is overwhelming at times, but it keeps our memories alive. Take care!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I loved the old Bel Airs from 55 to 57. The 283 was a good engine but the body styles are classic. I had a 67 Impala fastback once. It was a nice car. I enjoyed reading this sentimental and nostalgic tribute to your mom. Great work.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love to listen to men talk about cars. Ask a women about them and she'll tell you what color it was. Lol, thanks so much for the appreciation, Fabian!

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous. Great imagery. You bring this to life and paint this poem well.

[Kelly Scheppers]

My my mom would be tickled pink to know I've immortalized her in poetry. She was my biggest fan. Thank you, Thomas!

[Ted Kniffen]

The first car I ever owned was a used '61 Chevy Impala 4 door hardtop with bronze on bronze paint ... I wa about 19 then.
I wear a ring I got from my father a year or so before he passed away in 1964.
My mother passed on my birthday last year ... she made it to 100.

Keep the memory alive ... it's all we have other than a simple souvenir.

Thanks kelly ... well done.

[Kelly Scheppers]

That's quite a milestone, to live 100 years! But to lose your mom on your birthday must have been so hard. I've always believed the best way we can keep our loved ones alive is to remember them. Only when they are forgotten are they truly gone. Thank you, Ted!

[redzone]

Those memories keep her alive for you, Kelly. In a cool sort of way, I can see her behind the wheel of that 57 Chevy, you strapped in, tiny hands clapping to the radio's music.

I have my mom's scarf, a small bottle of her Chanel #5, and the ticket stub to "The Man From La Mancha", she took me to when I was 12. These things as well as many photos, keep her alive for me. For me, how we live our lives, as well as the memories we keep, is the real meaning of life after death.

Kelly, I love this poem. You gave me something special today, reminding me of my mom and the life she gave to me. Thank You!!
Curt

[Kelly Scheppers]

You have a bottle of her Chanel #5? Oh my! All you have to do is close your eyes and take a deep breath, and she's there with you. How beautiful a memory, to conjure her up in such a way. Be sure you keep it away from sunlight for it will evaporate quicker. It's the smallest of things that keep a memory alive. I'm so thrilled you enjoyed this, Curt. Thank you for sharing something so precious!

[Neha agrawal]

The way you weave in her habits and small keepsakes gives it that “still alive in the details” feeling.
Beautifully captured.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Neha!

[John the Baptist]

A good friend of mine had a 1957 Chevrolet. It was a classic for looks and we had many a good time in it. This poem brought that back to me.

[Kelly Scheppers]

All I basically remember about the car was the turquoise color...and the shiny chrome. It was a beauty. I never understand though why men refer to cars as women. Thanks so much, John!

[Davidgeo]

I usually hate this font but now I love it.

I think this poem is a lovely memorial in words. You should chisel it into stone. (or pay someone to anyway, I imagine that would be a pain in the a*s to actually chisel into stone all of these words by hand)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I like changing fonts every so often. It gives a fresh look to the page and makes the presentation pop. It's a blank page, we've got to help our words jump off the screen! Thanks for the visit, David!

[Vol]

Kelly,
All those things from all those times are like anchors sometimes, keep us here, keep those times alive and our families, too, and friends... and those things we used to do... I remember my best friend and I played in a huge mud pit, and it was one of the great times of my pre-adolescent days... there is no one alive who was there but me. My girlfriend's aunt had a yellow and black convertible '57 Impala... she would take us to town for pizza. Memories are more than what they are made of... thank you for the reminder!
Vol

[Kelly Scheppers]

Those tangible memories are the best. Something we can still feel and touch. Thank you, Vol. Wishing you well, my friend!

[Vol]

Kelly, thank you!