My Mother’s Voice
Next to my bed is an old chest of drawers, it is a remnant of a very ancient and long since departed bedhead/side drawer combo, inside one of the drawers is a rectangular domed lid box, it is the remnant of what was in some dim distant past a box of handmade chocolates, inside the box are various little bits and bobs, remnants of things long long departed.
Inside the box is a little cassette tape, it is a cassette tape that fits inside an answering machine, an answering machine which is also long departed, it is also a remnant, but it’s one of my most prized possessions.
I haven’t listened to the tape in quite a long time, but I still remember it quite plainly.
“I’m going to pick up some bits at pieces at shopping, if you need something give me a ring back”
“I’ll drop in just before the kids get home from school after I’ve had a nap, shopping makes me tired”
“See you later, love you”