PHONE CALL AT MIDNIGHT

The phone started ringing,
Waking you from a sound sleep -
You groggily look at the clock
Some news just won't keep.

It's the time of night when
You know that something's wrong;
You make a mental note of
Where the children have gone.

You jump out of the warm bed
And hurry to catch the call
Adrenalin coursing through you
You bump into the wall.

Turning on the light
And picking up the phone -
You can't believe that
You're hearing a dial tone.

Wide awake now it seems,
Perhaps it was a wrong number
That got you up out of bed
Disturbing your sweet slumber.

Then it starts to ring again!
This time you are prepared
You grab the phone to answer
By now you're feeling scared.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I know it's late
But I had to have an ear to bend"
Relief that it was not disaster
Just a call from a dear friend!

I remember other calls
That came in the dark of night,
"Your son's had an accident,
But he will be all right".

Or "Mom, I just had to call -
Had to hear your voice -
Things aren't going well at all,
And I don't have a choice".

So the phone calls at midnight
Are the bain of every mom and dad;
Your first thought is of trouble
Or what's happened must be bad!

Relaxing now, you talk awhile
To the friend without a clock;
"Oh, that's all right" you say
"About time we had a talk!"

You laugh together over life,
Some news just won't keep;
Then hanging up, you think
"At last I'll get some sleep.."

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