This is dedicated to all the mothers
who waited for the call that never
came....
She waited to hear the familiar sound,
that ringing of her telephone.
Daylight slowly turned into night,
as she sat there so all alone.
Certainly he’d not forget this day,
after all, she was his mother.
She was sure he would call now any time,
(she hoped it was not a bother.)
She fell asleep and drifted to dream
of the time when he was a child.
She loved him with love undying,
how she reveled to see her boy smile.
She tried to be the best she could be,
though she’d made mistakes in life.
But raising a child all on her own,
was not without troubles and strife.
Yet love was something she never let die,
and now in her dreams she did wait,
to hear a sound that would never come
as the clock on the wall chimed out eight.
He stood at the side of her coffin and cried,
though his tears would not bring her back.
He’d always thought he’d have more time
he would make up for what he had lacked.
But time has a way of slipping us by
if we don’t grab it quick while it’s there.
Call your mothers, don’t wait one more day,
and tell them how much you do care.
© Forrest Phelps-Cook