1934 Plymouth

Some Things are Meant to Be

He was like a gentle giant, the kind man at the local landfill, you see,

He was ready and willing to help whomever was hauling debris,

It was me, who needed his help that particular day,

My truck bed was overflowing with junk I was hauling away,

Well, an occasional treasure had slipped into the heap,

Mistakenly, a set of vintage chrome hubcaps were buried down deep,

He pulled one out and softly inquired,

“What you going to do with this?”, seeming inspired,

I said: “Those are old ones, what should I do?

“For a 1934 Plymouth.  I have one”, he shared, as he picked out number two,

There appeared a third, then the fourth one emerged,

 “Do you want them?” I asked, as my curiosity surged,

A full set of four to fit his vintage Plymouth car,

There was no better home for them; the coincidence was bazaar,

Chance? Fate?  Call it what you will,

I’ll always remember how it gave me a thrill,

To witness him shining one with the sleeve of his shirt,

Gently polishing off the small specks of dirt,

He held it up like he was looking in a mirror,

I knew it was the right decision; the gift was made dearer,

A set of hubcaps had made a long journey from out west,

To find the vehicle they would ultimately fit the best,

I’d call it destiny; yes, that’s the word I would choose,

When you find something someone else can use!

Some things you know are just meant to be,

As I drove away, this occurred to me.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  2/19/2020