MQ 06

Somewhere Along the Snake River

A few years ago, my sister and I
were on a road trip through Idaho.
She was driving, and we burned
off miles reminiscing, mostly
childhood stuff. And she said

she remembered lots of things
Mum and Dad said to her when
she was a baby, long before
she could even speak.

And off and on for the past few
years, I’ve been thinking about
that conversation. If she was
too young to speak, how’d she
know what was said? And why

didn’t I ask her at the time so I
wasn’t thinking about this for
years and years? And years.

It’s like my sister said when
my phone rang – if you don’t
answer it you’ll never know
if it was important or not.
Typically, I didn’t answer it.

 
 

for MQ 06. Take the call. ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts

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One response to “MQ 06”

  1. If the phone rings and I don’t know the number I don’t answer.
    I lost the opportunity to ask questions when my MIL got sad reminiscing – either I should have asked sooner or maybe just rephrased the questions…

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