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Just waiting for your call, A Stevie Wonder style ICU Grrove

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I was in ICU for a day with high fever. It brought me some feelings. The big question was, did anyone know that I was there?

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In this white-washed room, time moves slow, Monitors beepin’ soft and low, I got tubes and dreams, but one thing’s clear— The only medicine I need is your voice in my ear. Nurses come and go like the wind through the door, But I’m anchored in a hope I can’t ignore— I’m just waitin’ for your call, baby, To lift me higher than this hospital wall. One sweet sound, that’s all I need, To set this heavy heart of mine free. Oh, I’m just waitin’, just waitin’— Waitin’ for your call. Ain’t no sunlight in these sterile tiles, But I picture your face and it brings me smiles. Like Stevie said, “I just called to say”— But this time, I’m hopin’ you’ll call me today. If you knew how your voice could heal, Like Sunday choir or a lover’s zeal— You’d pick up the phone, babe, make it ring, Turn this ICU into a soul-song swing. I’m just waitin’ for your call, darlin’, Your words could break down every wall. One “hello,” and my heart takes flight, Through these IV drips and the long, long night. Yeah, I’m just waitin’—waitin’ for your call. Maybe it’s just a whisper, Maybe a laugh through your tears— But I’ll be here, my love, Till your voice fills my ears... I’m just waitin’... yeah... just waitin’... Waitin’ for your call.

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Date: 4/19/2025 8:03:00 PM
Wow it flows just like the song it is inspired by. Very well done, Jay
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Date: 4/19/2025 11:50:00 AM
The intensity of love and yearning in your poem is obvious. Nothing beats the sound of a loved one's voice.
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Date: 4/19/2025 1:32:00 AM
"If you knew how your voice could heal, Like Sunday choir or a lover’s zeal— You’d pick up the phone, babe, make it ring, Turn this ICU into a soul-song swing." Love these lines. The poem is so charged with longing and love. A dear one's call has so much value.
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Date: 4/18/2025 11:13:00 AM
- A lovely song, Jay :) - One “hello,” can mean a lot :) - hugs
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