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All I Wanted
by Joan SerratelliAll I wanted
was a phone call
or an email
just something
to tell me
that things
were ok
Instead I got
nothing but tears
fears and an imagination
that just wouldn't stop
Hours past
my imagination soared
I continued to wait
for a call
or an email
that just didn't arrive
It got later
more hours had passed
and still no word
from you. I was ready
to hunt you down
Instead I just sat here
trying not to cry
imagining the worst
praying for the best
A friend helped me
pass the time
I'm grateful for that
My nerves were shot
my eyes were red
I was all cried out
And then the phone
finally rang
It was you
wondering why
I was upset
I couldn't speak
It was you
and you were ok
I looked up
to the heavens
and thanked G-d
for your call
you were ok
and that's all
that mattered...
that's all 09/19/2006 Author's Note: Long story-All's well that ends well!
Posted on 09/19/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/19/06 at 06:38 PM Sometimes our systems just simply get overrun with the care and concern we feel for someone. Glad relief has come you way. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 09/19/06 at 07:06 PM Fear is a powerful emotion and imagining the worst can overwhelm us, I think you have written this emotion well. Glad your prayers were answered because in the end that is usually all we can do while we are waiting...smh:) |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/22/06 at 03:41 AM Joan, this is just so true. Not having a person to feel this about, I feel it about my pets. I like the way you worked through each of the stages during the incident and most of all, that it turned out well.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/22/06 at 12:46 PM Angst and relief, well written Joan |
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