Phone is Ringing
Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 12:20 pm
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Phone is Ringing
My mother called from D.C., 1942–
in training for an overseas State Department
post in wartime Helsinki.
She was excited. She learned how
to use a rotary phone - a thing of which
she had never heard.
So she dialed up a speck of Mid-American
prairie, called her mother and uncle direct
at the old homestead shack, four years
before telephone lines would arrive.
Excited to tell of her mastery of the rotary,
she called her sister who drove to Los Angeles
to commence life with her new husband.
But they must not have arrived yet.
She tried many times to call me, but I wouldn’t
be born for another nine years. Who knows, though –
my cell phone is ringing now. It rings forever.
Last night Dad called to ask that if Mom calls,
tell her that he has gone on ahead.
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Phone is Ringing
My mother called from D.C., 1942–
in training for an overseas State Department
post in wartime Helsinki.
She was excited. She learned how
to use a rotary phone - a thing of which
she had never heard.
So she dialed up a speck of Mid-American
prairie, called her mother and uncle direct
at the old homestead shack, four years
before telephone lines would arrive.
Excited to tell of her mastery of the rotary,
she called her sister who drove to Los Angeles
to commence life with her new husband.
But they must not have arrived yet.
She tried many times to call me, but I wouldn’t
be born for another nine years. Who knows, though –
my cell phone is ringing now. It rings forever.
Last night Dad called to ask that if Mom calls,
tell her that he has gone on ahead.
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