The phone is near by
I get the urge
To call
Sometimes I may write
Well it be an e-mail.
Long distant
But it doesn't matter
It's a local call
No charge.
I call
My mother
2 to 3 times
Everyweek
I love her so
From my heart
I must call
Sister
Who passed away
Still I sense her spirit
She whispers to me
Call mom
And I do just that
Call mom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Talking to mom just might liberate you from insanity. Thanx for sharing!