Friday, June 27, 2008

Every Mothers' Son

Driving my dad's truck
The tape player plays classics
Glad we're close again.

We're borrowing my dad's truck and trailer in case everything doesn't fit in the truck this weekend (we got the 26'-er, it might be close). I got in and the tape deck was playing Lynyrd Skynyrd - a tape recording of the vinyl of "A Second Helping" and "Gimme Back My Bullets." The tape picked up at "Every Mother's Son." I can sing along with a lot of Lynyrd Skynyrd songs, but "Every Mother's Son" is one I actually like.

B-sides of classic rock albums always make me think of my dad. When I was a toddler, we called the radio the "boogie" and I loved when he would turn the music up and sing. Just blasting down the road in a pickup... good times.

I'm so happy to be living near my parents. Not just for the vinyl either.

(I swear I'll do the button again as soon as I have my computer back)

4 comments:

transplantingme.com said...

how lovely for your son to be able to grow up near grandparents!! it is what i regret most about living so far away.

maggie said...

Aw, what a sweet haiku. That's really just awesome in so many ways.

Karen of Sillymonkeez said...

Great haiku! There was a time that I didn't feel this way, but I am very happy to be living near my parents again as well.

s t a c y said...

This was a sweet haiku!

I'm lucky to have my brother nearby, but I really miss my parents and sister.