Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Missed Phone Calls

Where doth cheery robin go?
 Will she return?
What if carnivore owl finds her?
 
Where is mother?
The veil is ambiguous.
I hear her voice.
I get calls from her phone.
A land line.

Death.
Wasn’t she supposed to be a permanent good bye?
But the veil is rising.
There is a new hello.

I miss her phone calls.
Return one. This number is no longer in service.

Hoot! Hoot! My native American side cringes.
Does my sorrow dance.

Where is my mother?
Is this her way to say hello?

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Kim Rodrigues March 1, 2021 at 4:25 AM My heart goes out to you. I still miss my “Pammy.” My sweet cousin, my age, I would call her from time to time. In her family, other cousins the age of my siblings. I can call them but it is not the same. I am thankful to have my mom and dad. They have struggled this year and phone calls have been shorter and more poignant. Wrapping my arms around you...drawing you into a hug, sweet friend. Caren Krutsinger March 1, 2021 at 12:49 PM It is the craziest thing. I still reach for the phone; I am calling my mother's sister now. She has the same voice inflections.