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Lyric Poem · Poems About Mom

First Call

by The QuillOak Editors

1Whatever news the day brings in,

2the triumph or the squall,

3my thumb already knows the way:

4you're always my first call.

5You picked up through my growing pains,

6you'll pick up when I'm gray;

7whatever else my life becomes,

8you're one ring away.

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Quick facts

Poem
First Call
Poet
The QuillOak Editors
Length
8 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
Themes
Poems About Mom, Family, Love

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Shape
8 lines · 2 quatrains
Line length
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The QuillOak Editorstoday
Source record
QuillOak originalFirst Call, authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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Editorial handling
Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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