The old leather bound address book
sits faithfully and patiently
on the desk he would sit at for hours.
He does not open it anymore;
the names inside,
phantoms of the past,
long distance area codes,
of the places he loved to visit with old friends.
attached are notes with extra large paper clips
remind him to call for one reason or another
but he cannot remember if he did .
Mother turns the pages
as she softly sings the alphabet song.
She stops at the letter “J”
hoping the name “Jo” jogs his memory.
She then turns to the letter “M”
and then like magic
he calls out “mama”
and asks for the phone
because he forgot to call her today
tears quickly rush down his face
she is gone.