Wish I had a phone number
A direct line to Heaven
Every day, but especially
On December eleven
Mothers of birth and adoption
To hear their sweet voices
When I’m faced with decisions
To hear their advice on choices
My dog of eleven years
Shelby, the prettiest of Samoyeds
As she looks out from picture frame
I’m reminded of all our joys
And Sharon, the love of my life
I pray in Heaven, not yet there
But to hear her mid-western drawl
To see the smile she wears
I want to call Heaven
In my times of need
To say I love you
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A fine write Bill.
Who's Bill?
Oops, got you mixed up with another poet whose real name is Bill.
Good write AP.
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Obviously you got the wrong number. But was it you who rang? Big existential questions can be unearthed in the most unlikely places....
Nice write - even if I do have my reservations re Heaven.
Good words AP but my feelings are somewhat different in that my Joyce is with me every day and one day we will actually be together again.
Andy
This is true Andy. I guess that was my meaning in this poem that because I miss certain ones from my life that I wish I could call and speak with them. And as you said, I'll be with them again. Thanks for the read and your comment.
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