by Jennie Young
It’s 6 o’clock and the phone rings, just as it does each day at this time. That’s right, it’s you again.
Always at 6 o’clock. Always during dinnertime.
You ask the same questions and I answer with the same answers, just like I did yesterday.
It’s always the same, over and over, everyday.
On January 11, 2008, you were called to Heaven.
Now it’s 6 o’clock and my phone is still. It does not ring. You do not call.
Dinnertime is still at 6 o’clock. This has not changed.
I still have all my answers ready. I’m just waiting for your call.
But. it’s not the same. There’s no call. I no longer get your call everyday.
On January 11, 2008, you went to Heaven.
It’s 6 o’clock mom, please call. I just need to hear your voice.
I don’t even care if it’s during my dinnertime.
I don’t care if you ask the same questions you asked me yesterday and the day before that. Just call.
It’s 6 o’clock. It’s not the same, mom. Please call.
There must be no phones in Heaven.
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