The Phone Call

by Kit McCallum

The call that comes in darkest sleep, Awakens with a fright; For 2 am, the silence breaks The peaceful calm of night. When only moments earlier, I dreamt of visions fair; Of light and love and happiness; ... Till ringing filled the air. It beckoned me from deepest sleep, And drew me from my daze; I shook my head to clear my mind, Find focus through this haze. "How long has this been ringing?" As I reach to find the light; I steal a glance toward the clock, And now my heart takes flight! 'Tis many hours before the dawn, Yet all should be in bed; My loved ones faces fill the night; ... My heart is filled with dread. I struggle for composure as I reach to grab the phone; My stomach churns, my heart contracts; "Are all my kids at home?" I stumble as I grasp the handle, Stifle silent screams; "Oh God ... please let this phone call Be a part of just a dream!" My heart is racing, mind's a whirl, Receiver's made of lead; "Oh, how can this be happening!" "Who's on the other end?!" Just seconds pass and yet I find It's been eternity; I raise the phone to panicked ear; "Oh please ... don't be for me!"