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? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem