THE SILENT TELEPHONE
All day long, in the back of my mind, I kept waiting.
I did the dishes, swept the floors, made a pie, and thought about you.
I checked my e-mail, paid some bills, went to the store,
and I thought about you.
Were you doing dishes, sweeping floors, paying bills,
driving your car, and did you think about me?
Were you doing all the things you wanted to do, seeing
what you wanted to see, and living the life you wanted to
Did you pass by the phone and think, ” I really should call
but maybe tomorrow I’ll have time.”
Once I thought I too would have more time to call
tomorrow and now there is no one left to call.
Once I said “I’ll do it tomorrow, ” and now I am filled with
sadness for all of the tomorrows that vanished while I too,
kept so busy, did the errands, and walked on by the silent
I look through the faded photo albums and remember,
sometimes there isn’t any tomorrow for our loved ones.
Where did the months and years go while I ran and pushed
and shoved myself to get all the important things done,
and the telephone just sat there, waiting?
Will my telephone ever ring in time?
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I imagined my mother while reading this…
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Originally I wrote this about certain unnamed family members but then I thought about my mother and the rest has faded away. I really miss her, more than I ever thought possible. I wrote this over 10 years ago.