It has been weeks since
There has been any response
To repeated requests made
That he call me, talk to me,
Depression had settled in.
Then the phone rang with
His name filling its little screen
My son, my joy, all
I had been hoping for, real,
My heart, in response, joyful grew.
We talked and talked more
Everything I hoped for came,
Like the world was right,
Knowing he was well, that we
Remained like clones, years separately.
More than anything
Or anyone, he is special
The love never fades,
He is my happiest of happy
The brightest of fairest days.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Alex, if you ever read this, know I love you.
The PAD Challenge Countdown prompt today was “Response.” The fact life called was just a happenstance.
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