The Call

I'm sitting here alone staring at the phone. I know I'm not supposed to call, but I'd give anything to hear your voice once more. I start to bawl as I pick up the phone, I can barely see to dial as the tears fall. I manage to get your phone number punched in, but I can't seem to get the courage to push the send button to connect the call. Instead I push the end key cause I'm afraid you might not want anything to do with me.
I may be your birth mother, but you have a new mom now, and maybe one day the phone will ring and it will be your voice on the other end, then I wouldn't have to push the send key cause you will have called me.

Written for my sons
Dagen Robert and Trystan Lee.