Answering Machine Poem by Gabriella Franco
Answering Machine
I called again. dont ask why
I wanted to hear 'i was wrong'
I knew you weren't home
Maybe I could talk to your mom
I could ask her how she was doing
Ask her about life itself, too
Ask her about your brothers
And ask her what is true
I could ask her how she's been
If she's missed me at all
I could ask her if she won the lottery
Or if Nicco's gotten tall
I could ask her about Jamie
And how's your new school
I could ask her about music
Bands, and concerts too
I'm scared I might slip
'Does he talk about me? '
I'm ready to face my pain
*click* answering machine...
Wow, it's really creepy how closly related our poems are. I have never let anyone see the one I call 'A Need to Know' But it was almost exactly like this. I have called my ex's old cell phone knowing no-one will answer because they're working but I just had to hear the fimiliar voice on the answering machine. I understand competely. Wonderful peice.
I LOVE YOUR WRITING. Augh, yet again your creative genious beats me to such a clever idea for a poem! ;) I hate hearing that motherly: 'oh! I haven't seen you in a while, how ARE you? ' ~Amber~
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5/3/2024 10:22:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ouch, this is a sad one, but not for the obvious reason. It's sad because you want to talk to his mom about nothing much, just to have a contact, and you don't even get that. The poem (as a poem) is nicely crafted - I love the repetition of 'Maybe I could ask her...', and you haven't been a slave to the rhyme. Sad, but nice.