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EARTHQUAKE-Part 11
by Joan SerratelliFunny how things play out
Out of nowhere, an Earthquake
The phone rings
my daughter calls
wanting to know
we were safe
I wanted to know
SHE and her kids were safe
I desperately tried
o call daughter #2
he phone lines were dead
After about an hour of tourure
I got through
Daughter #2 was ok
Daughter #3
was ok-had talked
to hera sgort while
BEFORE all hell broke out
But STILL
I needed to
know she was OK
it'a ironic;
sometimes
I don't speak to my kids
for a while;
but when a crisis happens
we cling to each other
If I'm not wrong,
this is the ultimate
concept of the word
...F-A-M-I-L-Y
In stressful times,
everyone one wants
"MOMMY"
08/24/2011
Author's Note: PS-I miss my Mom- I would have called her yesterday (and she would have told me "to grow up") LOL!
Posted on 08/24/2011
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/24/11 at 09:55 AM Called my kids, too, Joan and when i found out they were okay, breathed easier and thought to myself: we're such wussies here on the east coast! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/24/11 at 11:18 AM Loved the ending on this one - you've really captured the human response to the unexpected and the potentially deadly. |
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