Telephone

She sat there waiting, day and night for the call to come,
And as soon as the call would end, she would not remember.
She always sat in the corner near the window
Until she was moved permanently to the bedroom
Where she would let the time pass
Thought she seemed anxious to get out and do.

I was not there when The Call finally came, but I was told:
The phone was gone.

The next time I was home on vacation,
I looked for it there where the phone had always been:
In the corner by the window, or in the bedroom,
But she would not be there again.
She had served her turn until The Call, just as I must do:
Seeking to be of fullest use until...

Riiing.

-- 12/6/05
-- Josh