The Worst Phone Call

November 24, 2008
By Anonymous

The phone rings
I quickly run over the linoleum
To pick up the blue phone
Only to hear
A trembling voice
A depressed voice
I hand it over to my father

I just knew it
How could this have happened?
My head throbs
My fingers tingle
I feel tension in the air

My father is now off the phone
I ask “Is it true?”
He nods his head and drags himself away
Before I know it
I feel wet marks dripping down my face

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Miaoru said...
on Apr. 25 2009 at 12:55 am
Miaoru, Sunnyside, New York
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I like how the news is NOT stated; it makes the poem more suspensful! This can be the blurb on the back of your book!

on Apr. 23 2009 at 6:45 pm
Grania PLATINUM, Portland, Maine
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This is cool. I especially like the details of the phone being blue and the linoleum floor. But I think you should maybe include what the news actually was. That might make it even more moving.


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