I’m beginning to anticipate
What his response might be —
My mother blamed “the others”
For things we didn’t see,
But my father’s not a blamer
So, when he can’t explain
“It fell down from the sky,” he says,
Like some mysterious rain.
I crawled around the other day
With flashlight in my hand.
Half his hearing aid was missing
And I tried to understand
How these darn things fall apart so much
Half in one room, half another
I would have blamed “the others”
Had I been my mother.
Then Laurel called me from the kitchen
“Wha-T?” I said, but I
Emphasized the “T” too much —
And I can tell you why —
I was getting irritated
At the time that it had cost
Looking for a hearing aid
Half of which was lost.
“Grampa wants you,” she said timidly
And so I went to see
What it was he wanted now
From irritated me
“I found it!” he was saying.
I was surprised at what I saw
The missing piece of hearing aid
Resting in his paw.
“Where’d you find it?” I demanded.
I knew I should happy
But, you know, I wanted answers
And he’d better make them snappy.
“Can you fix it?” he was asking —
Not answering my question
It’s a skill he has in conversation –
Changing the direction
But I was dogged — “Where’d you find it?”
“It fell out of the sky,”
He said, as if that answer
Would satisfy my cry.
He told me again yesterday
When I asked about a pin
He had fastened to his sweatshirt
And I asked where it had been —
Apparently the sky inside
Outside I see it raining rain
Inside, to my frustration,
It yields an odd assortment
Of hearing aids and stuff
That I couldn’t have imagined.
I should be thankful; it’s enough —
The lost hearing aid was found
I’m not still crawling on the ground
Perhaps another explanation is that a wolverine
Creeps into the house at night, stealthily, unseen
And hides my father’s hearing aids
Tapes them to the ceiling
Whence they fall on Dad, while I am searching, kneeling.
5 thoughts on “Rain”
I rather like the notion of things falling out of the sky but I can only imagine the frustration of searching for whatever the sky has deemed fit to interfere with today! I loved this poem but you see, I like your poetry even when you damn yourself to cheesy corner 🙂
It’s much more likely that a zombie did it!
This is amazingly timely. MiL has alzhiemer’s here, and just declared today that she thinks the hurricane is because of “old donald trump”. My wife and I couldn’t help but sigh to each other at how ironic it is that she’s come to be this way and to make the same absurd conclusion that anyone would be to “blame” for a natural event, but to have kind of done it in reverse of how traditionally conservative religious nuts see it.
My dad once lost a hearing aid, and somehow it had come in amid folded laundry.
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