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Phone Home

Phone home.

Make things like they used to be
Playing cards til midnight
Laugh, talk, squawk, chips, dips, 
having a fit
Over lost rounds

Listening to Dad 
Expound on…
Doesn’t matter, he knew
Car tires or relationships
Expert on all subjects

Phone home
Let’s drink mimosas
Til 3 one afternoon
Then jump in the pool
Like fools we’ll
Synchronized swim

Phone home
And we’ll talk and talk and talk
And reminisce and commiserate
Cry and hug, 
Bond, get back 
to that space where we once were
Us. 

But that’s not Us, 
We don’t bend or kowtow
Stiff upper lips
Mouths zipped, 
Broken hearts encrypted

Phone home.

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Date: 3/13/2019 2:52:00 PM
Thank you; I'm glad the emotion of the piece came through. It was cathartic to write it.
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Date: 3/13/2019 8:52:00 AM
Powerful piece Kim. My gut sank with your final stanza, excellent poignant piece of poetry. xomo!
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