Mom, I am calling, because I don’t know what to do,

Ever so wise is why I am calling you.

Yes mom

Those are tears you hear,

I hurt her badly,

I am losing her I fear.

No. It was nothing on her part,

I don’t know why I did this to her heart.

Yes, I should have known better,

But the girl was a real go getter.

She turned me every which way but loose,

And it came down to I had to choose.

I am so sorry, mom

I could just die,

No mom, don’t start,

Or we will both cry.

We have talked about it

and I have begged for forgiveness

once more,

I would never, ever do this again,

Will you talk to her I implore.

Mom please don’t cry,

I feel so bad and you know why.

The kids…yes they are fine

But are starting to think something is amiss.

God forgive me for making a mess of this.

She has gone to her mothers to let her know,

I just don’t think I would want to continue to live if she goes.

Mom, I have to hang up now,

The baby is calling me from the pot.

This family mom is the only important thing that I have got.

What? Yes tell dad I send my best,

I would like to talk to him,

To get this off my chest.

Pray for us, that we will find love once more,

And our hearts will be an open door.

Pray we get back to the love we had when we first met,

And that she not only will forgive me,

But somehow in her heart she finds a way to forget.

Oh God, mom, I don’t know if I can go on,

I love her so much,

But for this,

How do I atone?

Lord here comes the baby, trailing toilet paper from her behind,

I have to go now, mom, thank you for a little peace of mind.

Tell all that no matter what happens, I love you all.

Good bye for now,

Yes, if it gets to bad,

I will call.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Response to snowmansmom http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/90/poem_708550.html At Mom's House Talking Things Out

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