Thursday, December 6, 2007

Going Out To Eat

Walking out the door he says "we'll go at noon...I'll give you a call." I jump up and start getting dressed so I'll be ready when he calls. The dog gets excited because he senses we are getting out of the house today. Noon comes and goes...no call. I carry the phone around with me everywhere I go so I will not miss his call. 1:00, 2:00, 3:00...still no call. Thirty eight years of waiting for calls that will not come. One day I will learn his word means nothing.

icy wind
raking desolate fields
bitterness

5 comments:

Annie said...

DARN! And that's not what I really want to say.

Sandy said...

huh? I guess I miss your point.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

again, I absolutely love this.

froggie said...
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Sandy said...

As always, Andrew...I thank you.