Your Mother Is Calling

Hello everyone.  Praise the Lord!

Here is a poem that I had written a few years ago on a quiet evening at the hospice sitting with a patient.



YOUR MOTHER IS CALLING

I was sitting with a patient
who was in hospice all alone
when the nurse came in
and told him someone was on the phone.

Frank was in bed dying
of a condition I did not know
his family was not there
but called on the phone.

Frank, this is your mother
I'm calling you tonight
I wish I could be there
to be in your sight.

I cannot come to see you
I do not have the money
but I will see you in heaven
and hold you my sweet honey.

Frank, this is your sister
I'm calling you tonight
I wish I could be there
to be in your sight.

Frank was in bed dying
of a condition I did not know
his family was not there
but called on the phone.

I cannot come to see you
I do not have the money
but I will see you in heaven
and hold you my sweet honey.



Have you witnessed a sad phone call?  Can you tell me about it in the comments section?

If you liked this story please click on the "follow" button so that you don't miss any.

Brother Roop