The Phone Call

I sit by the large glass window

Seeing the yellow autumn leaves fall,

Waiting for the deafening stillness

To break with that one phone call.


I wait ardently for him to call

From across the seven seas,

To enthral me with silly tales

Or just melt my heart with his loving pleas.


I recollect the day he took flight

On his young wings, excited to explore,

I eagerly cut the chains of bonded love

Though it broke my heart to see him go.


I hardly keep up with umpteen messages

Or try chatting apps on a daily spree,

Always wait for that one call from my kid which

Causes a river of joy to flow and nourish a withering tree!


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