Sunday Afternoon Call

Every other Sunday;
After I have brewed;
My afternoon tea;
My telephone would ring;
And I would hear a cheerful "Hi!"
It would be my sister, Sue;
Calling to check up on me;
She would start with a "How are you?"
And then we would touch base;
Sharing each others lives;
Giggling like we did as young girls;
We talked about many things;
Work, family, pets, and men;
She was always there for me;
I could tell her things;
That I could never share;
With anybody else;
She was so open and honest;
I couldn't help but be the same;
Our conversations were often cut short;
By the beeping sound of a low battery;
It seemed like she always forgot;
To charge up her phone;
But that didn't matter to me;
Because she always called back;
It has been ten months;
I still clearly remember her voice;
And it tears me up inside;
Knowing that I will never hear it again;
Today is Sunday;
The phone does not ring anymore;
I have turned it off;
I don't take calls on Sundays;
Not anymore;