Get In Touch Poem by Ernestine Northover

Send us a letter,
Write us some prose,
Slip us an Email,
Text us, I suppose,
Pick up the phone now,
A message please, Hugh,
Because for six months
We've heard nothing from you.

Where are you living,
What's your address,
This waiting to hear
Is now causing distress.
The last time you phoned
You were travelling to Rome,
So are you still roaming?
When will you be home?

I'm sure that a stamp
Doesn' t cost very much,
It just needs a lick
So come on, get in touch.
We miss you alot,
We must speak to you too!
We're not pushing you, Son
But your Wife's overdue!

© Ernestine Northover