The phone bell breaks the silence,
And echoes down the hall.
He makes it from the kitchen
In time to take the call.
Some days he is silent,
Lost in a memory,
As he remembers other days,
And the way things used to be.
Some days he feels the love,
Coming down the line
"Hi dad just checking how you're doing?"
And those days he feels fine!
Some days are filled with questions,
Of "When" and "Where" and "How"
Of friends of other days,
And wonders "Where are they now?"
Some days are filled with energy,
And he hasn't aged at all,
For there's trampolines and somersaults,
That's when the grandkids call!
Some days he "catches up"
On stories new and old
All the "comings" and the "goings!”
And what will the future hold?
And though the call is ending,
He's no longer on his own
His loneliness has lifted
With the voice upon the phone.
So never under estimate a phone call,
Or the solace it may bring,
For the highlight of the day
May be the phone bell's ring.