Observation poem: a phone call

• Katherine Osborn, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2003

Breaking through the silence
Is the voice I love the most,
Crackling through the phone
Halfway around the coast.
Fingers slip between the pages,
That my eyes have read before.
The voice that talks so sweet shakes me to the core.
Photo frames with images inside,
Frozen time, captured by my bedside.
A smile on my face during talk of everyday things,
But I do need to get to bed, Before the rooster sings.
Goodnight and I love you are exchanged,
And the phone is hung up, charged for another day.