Never want to stop hoping

Every once in awhile
When I’m feeling down and low
I call your old phone number
In hopes that heaven reconnects your phone
My heart hurts a little more each time
The operator answers

I’m gonna keep calling just in case
You ever decide to pick up the phone

Oh sweet lady
Where have you gone?
I need your comforting words
And your careless laugh

Times are getting harder
I need your advice
Something mom and dad wouldn’t understand
There’s so much more that I wanted you to see
I’ve come this far in life

Damn it hurts so much
I really wish that you were still here with me

Please pick up the phone
Life would be so much easier if you had a answering machine
I would leave you my new number
And say ‘come on grandma look at the new me’
Never want to stop hoping.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
Kind of depressing and a little ... I don't know it just feels young to me. I wrote this a year after my grandma passed away.

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Comments (2)

Redex
It sounds just right to me someone grieving for someone they loved. Keep your poem and treasure itteddybear
EJefferson
Thank you for the kind words. And I will keep this close to heart.
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