Dinner with Sis and Rollie
He retired early – stomach ache
My hug couldn’t reach around his girth.
The phone rang at 4am
Mom: “Wake up, Rollie’s at Lourdes.”
Flying down the highway…
Too late. Gone at 36.
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Rest in peace, Rollie. Brother-in-law, Father, Prankster, Friend
For Trifecta: Poem in 33 words plus the phrase: “The phone rang at 4am”
Also at my kindred spirits’ lair, Poets United.