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Calls Lost in the NightCalls Lost in the Night
As 7:30p.m. rolls around and still no father comes to clean the dinner plate,
She fights inside herself not to cry in front of the children.
When they as her why daddy isnt home,
She tells them that he is at work and might not be coming home tonight.
So they scurry to their room,
And as she overhears her children leaving him a message,
The say, sleep well, I love you, please wake me when you get home.
As the days go by like a distant memory,
The children call the cell phone that their mother left on
To comfort their unknowing souls.
The tell him that they miss him and wish he would come home soon.
But as the mother stands in the doorway,
Looming in the shadow of the hall, taking in every word of her childrens soft as snow voices
Speaking into the last bit of life connecting them to their dad,
She cries not for herself, or even for her husband.
She cries for the secret she has kept from her life- her kids.
She sits them down and explains t
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