Just checking on you
Nightly phone calls grew into lists
of small gratitudes found each day.
Six years of thoughts exchanged as gifts.
Nightly phone calls grew into lists
of meals, music, naps, or sleep missed–
Dad needed to know I was okay.
Nightly phone calls grew into lists
of small gratitudes found each day.
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Love the repetition and balance of this poem
Thank you. When I get stuck, having a structure sort of forces me to do the work.