A Call to My Daughter

The night is dark.
The moon is full.
The crickets chirp.
And I think of you.
Wishing I could see your face.
As I'm in this far away place.
So far away from where I call home.
Thinking of you, so I picked up the phone.
How are you doing ?
My daughter so sweet.
Sorry I haven't called, I know its been
A week.
Have had a lot on my mind.
Haven't been able to sleep.
I miss you so much.
I know I should call and stay more intouch.
Wish you could be here.
Thought I would give you a call.
To see how things are up there in the moutains where all of you are.
Which one?
The one on facebook? Yes that picture I saw.
You look so pretty with your hair up
Like that. By the way.
Where was that picture taken at?
Yeah !! I remember that place.
Where that old tree fell.
I remember that day very well.
We were all in back having some fun. All you girls laying in the sun.
It came falling down fast as hell.
All I herd was you girls yell.
Who? Me?
Yes I'm doing good.
Yes he is taking care of me like he should.
It gets boring here, not much do.
Thats why I'm on the phone talking to you.
No nothing is new.
Just getting old.
And missing you.
Not a day goes by that your not on my mind.
Yes, we will be there soon sweet daughter of mine.
Until then take care of your self. If you need
Anything know we are here.
Just pick up the phone, call me my dear.
I know you are busy. So for now I will go.
Yes, I will call in a day or so.
Goodbye for now.
Talk to you soon.
I hate hanging up!
I know.
I love you too.

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This is inspired by a phone call between my daughter and i . she is the youngest of three her and i talk more than the other kids and i do..she is my rock.