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The Phone Call Not Received
by Joan Serratelli
You will never know
(until you stand in
my shoes)
how much I hurt
You don’t call
You don’t write
You, in essence,
abandoned me-
and never looked back
I sit here and cry
I have 3 children
who I love
Is it that you
just don’t give
a damn;
or is it something I did?
I guess I’ll never know
BUT I will have my say:
I don’t think I deserve
to be treated this way
You did not call
you did not write
You show me no respect;
no love
ONLY one called
No, I will not call you
Yes; I do care
but I am owed
a debt
that will never
be repaid
You hurt me
More than you
know
But Fate is a funny thing
it will come back
in your face
You will be haunted
by me
You only get one
Mother
I’m sorry
but I am yours
I carried
each of you
No regets
I gave you life
I will NOT call
and someday
you will find yourself
sitting by a phone
that just never rings
ONLY then
will you know
what you have
put me through
12/29/2012
Posted on 12/29/2012
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/29/12 at 07:10 PM Biting and full of dread...like those things we know, but hope our children never have to know. Your "warning" is well placed. Thanks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/30/12 at 12:33 AM Good reminder that the pain of child bearing never ends. Reminds me of a poem I once wrote called, Happy Father's Day, during a bad/trying period with my son. None of my business, but have you ever tried sharing any of these 'open hearted' poems with your kids? |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/30/12 at 04:07 AM I don't know what your children don't call and I can only imagine the pain that causes...I'm sorry. My parents don't call and I don't bother b/c they don't, so maybe bury the hatchet and reach out to them to see what they say? Just an idea. A sad, deep poem this one is. |
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