Poetry

Thoughts On A Phone Call

A conversation like an echo;

I unintentionally repeated every word you said

As you spoke them over the phone to me.

Because you are the person who taught me

How to talk, taught me how to be.

I know your mannerisms and idiosyncrasies

Because I have grown to adopt them as my own.

Learned and repeated, passed through a generation

An immortal continuation of behaviour-

Because one day I too may have a daughter,

Just like you.

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