A PHONE LINE TO HEAVEN

 

In the passage of time, a year is a mere blink of the universe, it has gone so quickly that it still seems like just yesterday that we lost Dave.  He came into the world during the night at 10.04 pm on 28.3.1966 and he left it at night as well on 10.11.23 although officially his death was recorded as 11.11.23…Remembrance Day.

 

A PHONE LINE TO HEAVEN .. Maureen Clifford ©  The #ScribblyBarkPoet

 

Were there a telephone in heaven I would ring my boy and say

‘G’day Sunshine, how you doing?  What have you got planned today?’

But alas there is no phone there and seems mobiles ain’t the go.

so, I hold that conversation in my heart down here below.

 

Were there telephones in heaven perhaps we could chat on Skype

then I’d get to see his face again and catch up with the hype

of his stories, he had much to tell and always made me smile

but alas that also doesn’t work – so seems will be a while;

 

before we get to meet again -I don’t know where or when,

but in the meantime, I’ll love him, continue on, and then

dream of him in the night-time hours, think of him when awake,

for one thing that I know for sure – a mother’s love won’t break.

 

I tell myself; he’s just next door – just in another room.

I can’t see him but know he’s there – just like when in the womb.

I used to talk to him back then all of those years ago

when he was still in utero and not ready for show.

 

And one had to be patient as the life cycle ran on

until the blessed day arrived and I then held my son.

Doubtless I’ll hold him once again and tears of joy will fall –

and then the time we’ve been apart will seem like bugger all.

 

9.11.2024