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Phone Calls Now End
Phone Calls Now End I am in some middle state. Where loss is reality. Numbness entombs my tears. Memories leap to consciousness. My calls to you now confined. Two lives shared from a distance. Talking about God and forever. You listened to me and I to you. We loved and cared; we knew. Long distance relatives, we grew. Life was better because we talked. We both said, “I love you.” You encouraged the hope in me. And I talked to the heart of you. God was important in our lives. Integrity and kindness were goals. To me, you were a good example. You walked down that narrow road. Armored in strength and courage. You cherished the good in life. I am glad I got to know you. Life was better because we talked We smiled when you recited poetry Never again will I hear those words. Nor will you tell me mine are good. Cancer took your life from earth. No more phone calls to converse. Now, I am in some middle state. Where reality shows in my face. Tears entombed come gushing forth. Beloved phone calls now must end. And I will miss you until…when. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen February 11, 2010 Poetic form: Free Verse Dedicated to My Aunt Eleanor Baksa Deceased February 10, 2010.
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