Written by Mary Anne Abdo   One call, four lines. “Dad, can you hear us?” “Mom is outside of your bedroom window. She wants to say, ‘ Hello!” Hearing his wife banging on the window, “Marty can you hear me?” Only an inaudible acknowledgement rang over the receiver. Statements of love mixed with cracked…

Last Phone Call — Edge of Humanity Magazine

Thank you to Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing this poem. It is a poem about my dad who passed away in May 2019 as Covid was raging across the world. This was our last good-bye phone call and many thanks to his social worker who set the call up. She also let our mom see our dad through his nursing home window. We are not the only family during these times who could not see their loved one in the nursing home or have a proper funeral. Many thanks to the medical personal who risked it all for their patients and residents.