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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