Making A Home Inspection Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There are times without reason,
When the mind rewinds...
Finding thoughts of others to come unexpected.
And hoping that a call brings a gratitude to express.
Instead of suspicion to address.

'Hi...
This is Lawrence.'

~Okay.~

'I know it has been awhile.
I just called to see how you are.
For some reason you appeared on my mind.'

~Okay.
And would you like to leave a message? ~

'Sure.
And who is this?
Is this 'little' Billy? '

~Okay. Yeah. Whatever.
I'm glad you called...Lawrence.~

'Why the formalities?
You use to call me, Uncle Larry.
This is Uncle Larry.'

~Oh HI, Uncle Larry.
This 'IS' Little Billy.
Say...
I'm here making a home inspection right now.
Uncle Larry?
Could you tell me where they might keep their jewelry?
How about antiques?
I'm specifically looking for the silver or gold items.~

'WHO 'is' this? '

~Never mind.
You're no help to me at all.
Oh...here it is.
Now,
In the message I am going to leave.
Should I say, 'Uncle Larry was here.
Or do you prefer just Lawrence? ~

'Hello? Hello? '