The Call

The Call

By John R.Greenwood

Brng…

Brng…

Brng…

Late at night

The silence of black

Broken

The dreaded call

The worst of all

Get here quick-

It’s not good-

Heart pounding

Mind racing

I’ve never thought this far

What if?

She doesn’t make it?

He doesn’t make it?

I never got a chance

to say

Before you leave

This world

I lov

Click.

J.R.G.4.12.2010

Dedicated to one of my drivers who called one night from his route. He’d received a call from a family member telling him to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. I wrote this a short time later in the middle of the night. I have received many of these calls over the years. Each time I do - my heart pauses and readies itself.