Poem: That Little Voice.
That Little Voice.
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A phone starts ringing
From out of the blue.
A little soft voice
That I instantly recognise
Speaks to me
To give me news
Of how a school day went,
Of hair curlers and brass bands,
Of pink dresses….and bows,
Swimming with no armbands,
Classmates and longed for parties,
Christmas presents, whistles and surprises.
There is much joy in such phone calls
Along the strings of my heart.
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