Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Calling Amy

I stare at the phone
It has been seven years
Every time I see her name I feel guilty
Can I do this?

I said I would.
We both love the same person, she and I.
Her mother, my sister.
I put the phone down.

An hour later I send her a text.
I receive one back.
I type out thank you.
She types out you are welcome.

It is a start.
She is my niece.
Six hours later I pick up the phone.
Do you want to talk to the worst aunt in the world?

She says pardon me.
I begin to talk. We laugh. We cry.
Forty nine minutes later we are close again.
“I love talking to you, Aunt C.”

“I loved talking to you too,” I told her.
I was not lying
So God did have a plan today.
When my sister asked me to call my niece.
Go team God!

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L Milton Hankins June 16, 2022 at 10:05 AM Wow. What a success story. I'm so happy everything worked out as it did. Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2022 at 9:55 AM I no longer have to feel badly every time I pass her phone number, and her last name is in the C's so it was a lot of times. I am grateful that my brother-in-law asked me to do the IMPOSSIBLE and call Amy this morning! Thank God he did.