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The Call
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The Call |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Its been twenty years and I still wonder It was a cold January night I was working.. waiting for Your call The flu had bitten me I thought about going home I didn't want to miss your call You were on the road Somewhere in Chicago An eighteen wheeler You called home I decided to go but Id leave a message With a woman that ironically had Your Name Hey Jerry, I yelled passing through If he calls just say Ive gone Im not feeling well... I didn't want to miss this call I snuggled in at home Fell asleep with thoughts of you On my mind... Id hear your voice soon The next morning It was over It was my mother that Woke me.. My knees buckled I fell to the floor An accident You were gone forever To this day Twenty Years later I still wonder If Id been there Taken The Call Would that have changed Your destiny [This message has been edited by Deborah1 (edited 07-05-2000).] |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh Deborah, this is a tear jerker. And I remember when you told me about this back then. So sad that happened. And beautiful poem too. "If a man moves you to feel like a woman, the least you can do is let him." Merrit Malloy |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
It's little comfort I know, but your being there to take the call would not have changed the outcome. His death was his destiny...yours was to have the flu. All events played out as they should have. Thank you for sharing this with us. Hardrock |
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demoninlove Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 211Dehradun |
Agree with Hardrock! The moving finger had already writ and nothing would have changed that. You have to get over that feeling. But please dont forget that feeling. It is incredibly sad and incredibly beautiful at the same time. Deepak |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Thanks everyone, every now and then I would get a haunting thought and wonder, but I know you are all right it was meant to be...I will just hold onto the memories!! |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
What a terrible story. Brought tears to my eyes. *sniff* I'm sorry that happened to you, what a horrible thing. And an excellent and very well expressed poem. It flows really well. Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
first of all i'm sorry for your loss. this is a very good poem and i enjoyed the read alot do keep it up there will be much more to write and i like the way you express your memories here so well. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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AndrewDL Junior Member
since 2000-07-02
Posts 24California |
A beautiful poem. It seems almost unfair that three blind sisters could cut a person's thread of life anytime they so wished. But I don't believe in fate... Either way, great work. Keep it up. -Andrew Trust too much, and you may be deceived, but trust too little and you will live in torment forever. |
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