A Phone Call to My Present: A Phone Call to My Present

"A Phone Call to My Present"
is a poignant collection of poems that traverse the emotional landscape of a father and son torn apart by a mother unconscionable insane act of separation.
The mother, driven by her own inscrutable motives become the catalyst for a chasm that spans fifteen years and countless miles, yet, the essence of their connection remains unbroken defying the physical and divide with a profound psychic communion.
Through the power of verse, this anthology captures the silent conversations that bridge the gap between the father's enduring love and the son's yearning spirit.
Each poem serves as a beacon of hope, illuminating all the unspoken truths and shared dreams that tether them separated souls in an invisible but present thread of understanding and empathy.
As the years unfold, the collection reveals the transformation of pain into wisdom longing into a hard strength.
Father/son's voice that resonates with a quiet resilience while the son's words reflect the clarity of growth and the bittersweet tang of memory, together, their poetic dialogue weaves a tapestry of love loss, and the indomitable human spirit souls that refuses to succumb to the barriers erected by circumstance
or choices by an intruder.

"A Phone Call to My Present",
is more than a book of simply poems; it is a testament to the unyielding bond between parent and child, a tribute to the enduring power of love that transcends all barriers, and a reminder that no matter how far we may wander, the soul's heart always finds its way home.
The tender embrace of memory's twilight, I do pen all of this heartfelt chronicle a testament to family love's enduring resilience.
Once upon a time, when the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the canvas of existence,
fate wove a bittersweet tapestry.
My beloved son just a mere ten summers old was torn apart from my arms by the cruel hands of circumstances.

Oh...how my heart ached!
each day without his laughter, without the loving warmth of his innocent gaze felt like an eternity!
The bond between parent and child, forged in the crucible of shared moments were unbroken stretched thin.
Dedicated to all the Parents who have known this ache of longing of missing a piece of your soul.
Sure, you too have felt the weight of separation ache of a beloved absence whether decree or destiny our beloved sons and daughters have been whisked away leaving an emptiness that echoes through our very bones but read closely for this tale takes a turn against the current of despair.

I swam, I reached out across the chasm that yawned between us fingers brushing edges of memory, and there, in the quiet spaces between heartbeats, I do find a way.
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These are my soul poems story of love's resilience against all odds.