Part of the image above shows the four corners of the village I grew up in – Caledonia, NY, population 2,201. It was a great place to grow up in the 1970s and 1980s. It is still a wonderful place to raise a family. I formed some of my best and longest-lasting friendships there and I am back to see my parents there not as often as I’d like. I’ll be using the Slice of Life Story Challenge this month to finish some of the narrative poems about growing up that I’ve started over the past few years. This one attempts to shine a light on the creative attempts of my friends to overcome the boredom that so often hit us when we were young.
The Wave Game
Small town 1979
nowhere to go
nothing to do
We’re hogging the steps
at the ice cream shop
as everyone else
drives by
we sit there
just watching
I’m fifteen
desperate
to fit in
wanting
to stand out
not sure how to do it
not an athlete
too skinny
I’m kind of smart
but that doesn’t help
nothing better to do
than watch the town drive by
I’m fifteen
We all wish we could
drive out of this town
away from the heat
that presses down
and keeps us here
with nowhere to go
and nothing to do
We wave at the cars
and our game
begins again:
We guess if they’ll
only just look; or
only just honk; or
only just wave; or
do nothing –
the dreaded
“no look, no honk, no wave” –
which is
the
worst
possible
thing
that a driver could do
to fifteen year old boys
wanting
to stand out
in a small town in 1979
There’s Freeman’s mom
she’ll wave,
Laubach’s sister?
that’s a look and a honk,
that old lady
from my paper route?
no look, no honk, no wave
The looks
and the honks
and the waves
keep us genuinely amused
for far too long
(I won’t get into
the point totals
we assigned to the
myriad combinations possible)
and when we’re about to quit
my father’s car approaches slowly
as he heads home for lunch
“Look, honk and wave,”
my friends all predict
but he knows our game
and wants to surprise
He looks
he honks
he –
My father’s left foot
emerges awkwardly
from the driver’s side window
and he somehow manages
a barely visible
yet seemingly friendly
side to side motion
that suggests
the act of waving
His foot is still out there
as he drives past the post office
and on into the rest of his day
Laughter and high fives
friends slapping my back
“Your father’s crazy,”
Goob says, grinning back at me
and I smile too
quiet and proud
I’m fifteen
“Thanks, Dad,”
I say to myself
as I sit on the steps
and wait
for the next car.
Love that! I have a 15 year old daughter struggling to fit in and stand out…this helps put it in perspective. Thank you.
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Ha! I anticipated the continuation of the 15 year old game but was surprised….it made me laugh. Your dad is crazy!!!
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I enjoyed this poem on so many levels. The repitition woven throughout suggests constancy, and yet boredom. The desire to fit and and yet standout resonates with me.
And then there is Dad.
Wonderful dad, who perhaps remembers his own teen dilemma of finding his place. He wants to make his son proud, and he nails it!
This was a fantastic piece!!!!!!
I look forward to seeing more of your posts!
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So funny! My son is 15 now. I can only hope I make my son as proud with my “antics” as this loving dad! Love the poem-perfect format for sharing this slice! Looking forward to more slices this month!
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Oh, you really captured 15 and told us a lot about your dad in very few words. Well done.
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This here, is gold.
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I was in a small town like that too. We were creative with our games but never were able to get a foot-wave from one of our dads. Great story!
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Brilliant poem! I had a dad like that–always knew just what was needed.
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LOL–no, just in writing, but I really laughed out loud and can’t stop grinning as the image of your dad with his foot out the window continues to stand out. Also, I love the spirit of yesterday–no glowing devices, no heads down, a simple wait for a wave. Capturing the essence of a middle schooler, “desperate to fit in but wanting to stand out.” Great images as you capture the spirit of being young.
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