That Old TV

It was a TV that I grew up with;

When everyone else was too busy to raise me.

It was old;

The sudden creaks of the old TV stand,

The warm light it gave off in a dim room. 

It spoke to me 

On channels with

Broken English,

Yet I learned so much from it.

I was a fan of cartoons and aged stories,

Although the cooking channel was my favorite.

I remember watching that old TV;

The lessons it taught me,

The laughter the channels brought.

The low humming rings and remains in my ears,

And the old jingles I remember from commercials

Play in my head from time to time.

It all tied back to what I’ve learned

From when I was so young.

The TV stays silent now;

Permanently off.

I sit mourning the loss of that low humming

And the shows I used to love.

It no longer speaks to me 

In a language I still can’t understand.

I miss that old TV,

That raised me into who I am;

That never failed to put

A smile on my young face.