Lyric Poem · Poems About Mom
First Call
Whatever news the day brings in,
the triumph or the squall,
my thumb already knows the way:
you're always my first call.
You picked up through my growing pains,
you'll pick up when I'm gray;
whatever else my life becomes,
you're one ring away.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“First Call” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/one-ring-away
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