The Worst Phone Call

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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...
Apr. 25, 2009 at 12:55 am
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!
 
Grania This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2009 at 6:45 pm
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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