DO YOU RECALL?

terry-collett Poems

Do you recall, my son, from your side of the curtain of death, that Metallica CD you bought me at that record fair some years back? You fingered through a number of CDs in racks looking for something for yourself: Radiohead or R.E.M. I forget which or was it more or both. I was in a heavy metal frame of mind that day; counting the money to match the choice. I'll get it for you for your birthday, you said. I play it still, the Metallica CD, the thundering drums, buzz saw guitars, chugging bass, and tough guy voice over the turned up loud burning lot. I think of you when playing it now; your quiet nature, soft spoken voice, hungry-bear stance about the room, your own unique chuckle of humour. Do you remember, my son, the Zed Zeppelin CD and DVD you bought me for my birthday that final year? you'll always be a rocker, you said, and those words repeat softly, like a summer breeze, through the corridors, of my mourning head.