A Morning Call
Let’s make hay…
I came down the stairs;
she was in the hall
making a call
on the phone
attached to the wall.
I smiled at her
recalling last night
when I chanced my luck
hoping that she might
(and being proved right).
I nibbled her ear
and whispered
that I’d be working late.
She wistfully said,
“Why wait?
Let’s make hay
while the sun shines.”
A sign that she cares;
so, hand in hand,
we ran back upstairs.
© Luigi Pagano 2017
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Steady now, young Luigi… take all necessary precautions… pacemaker included.
You will have noticed that the narrative is all in the past tense, Mick.
The memory is still present, though.
Cheers.
I still have a phone on my wall do you think it will work that magic for me? Oh I forgot there’s only me here. Never mind I still have my memories 🙂 very much enjoyed this little look back Luigi. Sue.
In addition to your phone you also need the little black book with the telephone numbers of your old boyfriends, Sue. The magic might be revived if you give one of them a ring. 🙂
Best, Luigi xx
Memories are made of this…..sweet,sweet the memories you gave to me.
Mike
Sweet memories are to be cherished, Mike. So treasure them.
Best wishes, Luigi.
Neat, spicy little poem.
Hello Hoodedpoet, welcome to the site.
Just a few simple ingredients to spice up the sauce.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
To the point. Nicely done. Only get rid of ‘that’ in ‘that I’d be working late’ – it’s an unnecessary sore thumb. Ah, if they were not just memories…..
Thanks for reading and commenting.