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.
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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