Mary Flowers Parks
One Phone Call - Poem by Mary Flowers Parks
Today was dull, tonite I'm dreary
My body tired, my spirit weary.
The phone rings and lo and behold
It's a dear friend from long, long ago.
A miracle, the stars began to shine
My spirits lifted, the world was mine,
Her voice was soft, so nice and clear,
She always was my friend so dear.
Sometimes just a happy "Hello,"
Can raise spirits that were so low,
I felt again, life was really good,
I started counting my blessings as we all should.
A friend is a very special gift
Always there our spirits to lift,
We too should be a friend to all,
Just try a three-minute telephone call.
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