They called us often
Her voice called us
Called us to wake us
Called us for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Called us back from Never Never Land
Called us back from Narnia
Called us back from the wardrobe
Called us to chores, to homework, to play,
Called us back to home
Called us back to love.
His voice called us often
Called us back from upstairs
Called us to tell us an interesting fact or story
Called us when we were in trouble
Called us when he came home after work
Called us over the distance
Called us to challenge us to think
Called us to challenge us to achieve
Called us, and in that call, we heard, love.
As we grew, the calls changed
They called us with news
They called us to gatherings
They called us to check in
They called us with advice
They called us with interesting stories
They called us home
When we were young their voices were strong and powerful
Their voices shattered evil spells
Sent monsters back slithering under the bed
Sent us love, and love, and love.
Then their voices got tired
or maybe we were so busy living
that we forgot to listen to their call.
Then their voices got old
Then their voices reached out to us
They called to us to tell us things
They called to us to tell us truths
They called to us to remind us where Alice had lost the key
They called to us for help.
Now their voices are lost to us
Our ships flounder and toss at sea
The siren call that was their voices
That always pointed out the way home
Is quiet.
Now
Now, no matter how often we call that number
No one is there to answer.
But on a cold night
I stand on a frozen pond
I listen with all my heart
I clap for tinkerbell
I clap and clap and I believe
And on that cold pond,
I hear the wind carrying those words
Those words they whispered to each of us
oh so softly when we were asleep
Sweet dreams my love
Sweet dreams.
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