Phone Home
Phone home.
Make things like they used to be
Playing cards til midnight
Laugh, talk, squawk, chips, dips,
having a fit
Over lost rounds
Listening to Dad
Expound on…
Doesn’t matter, he knew
Car tires or relationships
Expert on all subjects
Phone home
Let’s drink mimosas
Til 3 one afternoon
Then jump in the pool
Like fools we’ll
Synchronized swim
Phone home
And we’ll talk and talk and talk
And reminisce and commiserate
Cry and hug,
Bond, get back
to that space where we once were
Us.
But that’s not Us,
We don’t bend or kowtow
Stiff upper lips
Mouths zipped,
Broken hearts encrypted
Phone home.
Copyright © Kim Hyde | Year Posted 2019
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