No Phone For Vicky? Never
My oldest daughter calls me
All hours of the day
Just to say, "I love you!"
A little joke she plays
She calls me every break she gets
Calls me when she wakes
If she's going out
Oh, for heaven's sakes!
I'm outta the shower
Or heading off to bed
You'd think she lives miles away
But lives with me instead
I cannot be mad
For her voice is music to my ears
It's things like this
I will be remembering for years.
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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