Her Voicemail Says Hello

by The Quiet Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

My mother's voicemail says hello with no knowledge of the future. She is probably in the garden, it says. Leave your name. As if she could forget it. As if I could leave anything and have it reach her. I listen once a year. Her voice opens the door. The recording ends. The door does not.
56 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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