Poet: Ellis Parker Butler
Volume: Century Magazine
Year: Published/Written in 1897
Poem of the Day:
Nov 9 2005
Comment 1 of 1, added on September 22nd, 2013 at 1:43 PM.
I realize wniitrg that even the worst things that have happened to me (so far, knock wood) have had happy endings.Phone CallThat phone call from six hours away down I-40 confirmedmy premonition, the uneasiness Iâ€™d felt but left unspoken. On your own for months now, your absence palpablein the house, the piano keys untouched, your door closed,we lived for the phone calls, the updates, satisfiedthe you were doing well, making friends, learning.But the phone call just before we turned in for the night,the gentle way she told us youâ€™d been in a wreckleft more questions hanging, not enough answersto satisfy. You were alive. We hung onto that much.Only later did we learn the full detailsâ€”hearing phrasesunfit for the language of parentingâ€”jaws of life, trauma unit,head-on collision in broad daylight, breathalyzer tests.Right then, making calls to closer friends, to family,I threw some clothes into the car, praying ceaselessly,and flew down the highway, heading west to you.Broken bones will heal; twisted steel can be replaced.You had your life. We had you broken but whole.They patched you up, and after only days, we leftyou well attended at the dorm and drove back home.
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