POEM: The Last Phone Call

I called my mother on an early spring day to ask her how she was.

She wasn’t feeling well,

And I didn’t keep her on the phone for too long.

I just wanted to hear her voice,

Then I went about my day.

And she went about hers.

Or so I thought.

In fact, it was her last day.

Hours later,

I got the phone call.

The one that said it had been her last day.

She is in a better place now.

I kept replaying the phone conversation from the morning in my head.

Thank God for that last phone call!!!

I will cherish the memory of that phone conversation forever.

Had I not called my mother that day,

I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.

The feeling of guilt would have never left me.

I got to say the last goodbye.

I will always love you Mom.

The last phone call.

The last words.

The closure.

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From my book of poetry Sunset in Toronto, page 92.