Phone Call

It’s Sunday evening

Soon, I’ll call my mother

We’ll debrief each other’s past week

Preview the next

She will bring up the importance of faith

I’ll make non-committal noises of an ambiguous nature

We’ll skirt around some issues with shorthand and deflection

Talking at great length and detail about others

We’ll pass along family news

Which usually means me doing a lot of listening

Tonight I’ll be able to transmit news of my daughters

We’ll reassure each other that things will work out

Knowing that even if they don’t

We’ll talk again next Sunday

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

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