He doesn't know what a dagger looks like
yet he feels one deep inside his stomach,
He cries, his mommy died today,
please answer your cell phone mommy.
His breaths are taken between heaving sobs,
He's never seen a raging fire,
yet he feels one consuming his spirit,
Please answer your cell phone mommy,
He's her baby, he needs to hear her everyday,
He keeps calling her cell phone number,
for that promise made in her voice,
the voice he needs to hear,
Believing the truth as spoken,
that she's just stepped out for a minute,
and she'll call right back.
If he could trade all eleven of his birthday wishes for one,
he would ask that just this call be answered,
so he could hear,"Hi son, love ya so much sweetie,
I'll be home shortly",but his mommy died today,
So he goes to bed tonight, grasping her cell phone,
as it rests,as she did, on his pillow,
he gazes at the voice trapped inside
knowing it to be the last hug his mommy will give him.
Her precious little boy curls up and cries out for her,
only her.

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