Nostalgia to Foreshadowing

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A woman reads a poem, to her son, written by her mother. The poem if filled with longings of the past and while the woman never fully understood this way of thinking, she is slowly accepting it.

Meanwhile, her young son, who is without a past, can only look forward to the future and imagine it as something special.

Submitted: March 19, 2011

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Submitted: March 19, 2011



Back in my day as these kids like to say life to me was perfect No need to be suspect

Boredom was at bay Fun was simply our way To us, life was simple Today, that may cripple

Our toy of choice was clay It's how we would play If only you could have a taste now everything has gone to waste

\"Well, there you go Johnny. The poem your good ol' grandma wrote.\" The mother says, still looking over the poem, \"She really didn't like the way the world turned out, huh? I don't know why she's blabbering about like that. To tell you the truth, how anyone managed to live in her time is beyond me. There was absolutely nothing to do. At least we had VHS tapes! Playing with clay, sure, that'll be the day.\" The mother puts the poem down and begins to walk to her bedroom. She stops and turns back to her son, \"Hey, where's your sister?\"

Johnny responds, not taking his eyes off his glaring cellphone screen. \"I think she's with Samantha.\"

\"You ''think'' she's with Samantha?\" The mother begins to put on her coat. \"I better go check. That young lady has an annoying habit of not telling me where she is all the damn time. I mean, for God's sake, it's only 2 blocks away.\" The mother begins to walk towards the front door.

\"Wait Mom, I can just text her,\" Johnny says.

The mother sighs, puts her hands on her waist, \"Oh, how I miss the day when people actually talked to each other face to face. We didn't have these cellphones when I was your age and we got by just fine.\" The mother, watching her son quickly type out a message (considerably faster than the way his chores get done), begins to wonder. \"Things weren't as bad as they are now, actually. Ah, everything was so perfect when I was a little girl. But now, like my mom said, everything has gone to waste.\" The mother starts to open the door. \"She probably is over there. I'm going to go check very quickly. I'll be right back, sweetie.\" And with a warm, unreciprocated kiss, the mother is gone.

Johnny, still browsing the internet on his cellphone, thinks to himself: \"Yeah, she was talking about your time, mom. I wasn't even born when grandma wrote that poem. I think there was nothing to do back then… for you, mom.\" A sly giggle escapes from Johnny. \"I can't imagine being without my phone. Hopefully my mom buys me the new one coming out this summer. It's so much better!\"

Remembering when he first got his cellphone, Johnny thinks: \"Hmm, I wonder what else the future holds. It's going to be so perfect.\"

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