Monica L. Murphy
THE PHONE CALL
I can’t sit here safe at home;
And let my best friend go alone.
I know you worry night and day;
But with God’s help I’ll be okay.”
She heard the sureness in his voice;
She knew he’d already made his choice.
Her night terrors were bound to appear;
Losing her child was her greatest fear.
He’d already fought in a war;
Could the family take anymore?
A boy had left the first time;
Now a man had made up his mind.
He gave his love to his family;
Said it was right for his country.
And a promise made in a voice so calm;
“I’ll be taking care and taking God.”
©Copyright October 12, 2004 by Monica L. Murphy
Author’s Note: My son and I end our letters to each other with these phrases:
I write: Take care, Take God, Love, Mom
He writes: Taking care, Taking God, Missing Mom