A Phone Call by Herbert Nehrlich

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A Phone Call

I talked with my mother
she whinged and she whined
'be kind to each other',
was the thought in her mind.

It's been many moons
that I followed her voice
but she sings the same tunes
to the men and the boys.

When the minutes had passed
she said, boy, mind the draft
and I gathered at last
that she thinks I am daft.

And her son is a talker
who reminded his mother
to rely on her walker
and be kind to each other.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Raynette Eitel (3/15/2006 9:18:00 AM)
This is touching, Herbert...and things are the same, the world over.

Raynette

Gina Onyemaechi (3/15/2006 7:02:00 AM)
Happy, sweet, and fun. Gina.

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Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)