Poetry Thursday - "Dialogue Poetry"

This week at Poetry Thursday we were challenged to write a poem that is driven by dialogue between the speaker and another who may or may not be real.

I decided to use a grandma story that happened recently with TK. This happened to his other grandparent's. My daughter was shocked he had accidentally called his grandparent's in the middle of the night and they recognized his 17 month old gibberish.

MIDNIGHT CALLER

I lay there lost in my dreams, fetal and still.

A familiar sound breaks my repose,

my body, responding unconsciously.

My husband begins to stir listlessly,

listening with a turned ear, while I

grab the phone. Then we hold our breath

as nothing good comes at midnight.

I say hello, anxiously, as silence fills the dark.

Daba, beba, mama and then a giggle flows

through the line. TK, is that you? The gibberish

continued as together we held his voice in

our hand's. We each took our turn at grandparent

chatter as our heart's swelled with love.

Twenty minutes of baby banter disconnected

by a single accidental touch.

He continued playing with daddy's cellphone,

as his parents lay sleeping beside him,

oblivious to his nighttime play. He tires,

laying back on his pillow, watching buttons

play with the dark. Eyes begin to flutter softly,

as he drifts away on clouds of baby dreams.