Friday, October 16, 2009

How It Used to Happen

Three rings and it's my dad's voice
Sounds confused
Wisconsin childhood
Still getting used to technology
I called to see how you guys were
Ended up telling you how I am

When I was little and we'd go sledding
You'd get so cold
You'd never feel warm

I really meant to call and see how you guys are doing
The garden
What about the cows
and the stray dog
are we keeping her around

Do you want to talk to your mother?
Want, need, either way
it's a yes

I remember my scabbed up knees
mom would ask me what happened
I don't know
I don't know whats wrong mom
I've been upset lately
Is everything okay?
Yeah I probably just scraped it on the fence
when I was helping dad with the cows
Are you okay
I don't know

I just can't get warm
like how it used to happen
I don't know how I got to feel this way

I love you
I know
I love you too
I've got to go
Three rings and it's dad
Thirty minutes, dripping nose and puffy eyes: Bye mom

1 comment:

  1. thanks for your comment ... I could easily say the same thing about YOUR writing.

    That was a wonderful post ...



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