Don't Ever Call Here Again

Why did I call?
You have been on my mind.
You are there most of the time,
With thoughts of wishes
I hope you are fine.

Why is it you?
Doesn't my call to you provide a clue?
Perhaps one day,
Out of the 'blue'...
You will call me too!
Instead of seeming to be annoyed.
And giving me attitude!

'Yeah...
But you've called me five times in ten minutes.
You have the wrong number!
How long has it been since you have spoken to your mother? '

Mom I know this is you!
I apologize for not calling in twenty years.
I have fallen on hard times...
And I need your assistance.

'That's unfortunate, young man.
The only son I had told me to mind my business.
He moved out over twenty five years ago!
And I know that could not be you...
Because the last time I called 'him'
He told me where to go!
I went!
And my life has been wonderful ever since!

I would give you his number...
But I have forgotten his name!
I have forgotten I have had any children at all.
And I bet 'if' you were in my shoes,
You would do the same.

When you find your mama...
Give her a hug for me, baby!
And as for you...
Don't ever call here again.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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