His Voice

My life fell apart one day,
Its been hell is all I have to say.

I had to pick up the phone and had to call,
My heart had hit a brick wall.

The person on the other end was calm while I was weak,
I could barely get the words to speak.

His voice was calm as I cried over what I knew,
I lost my dad and I knew it was true.

He kept me on the phone the whole time,
Just to make sure I was fine.

It hurts to think of that day,
Because it shouldn't have ended that way.

Without that voice on that call,
I just may have thought to end it all.

My dad was my best friend,
And each day my love I'll send.

It took another voice to make me think back on,
That day which came and gone.

I didn't get to thank that man that helped me through,
I wonder if he even has a clue.

I may not be able to thank him today,
But I can thank another like him every single day!



Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-06-01 at 21:39

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