Thirty years ago, when he was
Maybe five years old,
Pete, our youngest
Coined a cool phrase:
It was a hot day in June;
His mother arrived at the sitter’s
In her parents’ Cadillac;
Pete climbed into it and said
“Turn on the cold,”
Which, for about a third
Of a century has been
Our action phrase of a hot day
Upon entering the solar oven
That a parked car can be —

Until this summer,
When his son,
Four and a half,
Climbed into Grammy’s car
And requested she
“Turn on the cold conditioner, please.”

Don’t know whether it was
The neat new phrase
Or the use of the magic word
Which most impressed,
But there’s a new phrase
On the block,
And his father’s torn between
Sentimental jealousy
And loving pride.

August 24

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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