by James A Holt

My workday is done and I'm finally home.
I await that special call.
I have both phones beside me
So I don't run down the hall.

I hear the ring and pick it up,
You speak with poise and grace.
Your simple, friendly greeting
Puts a smile upon my face.

We talk for many hours
About anything and more.
We always stop and go to bed
Like sleeping is such a chore.

I know we'll talk tomorrow
Of that I have no doubt.
The only thing that worries me
Is when the phones give out.


Author's Note: For Tia.

Posted on 11/09/2008
Copyright © 2023 James A Holt

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