tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1804319603840143163..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Tuesday June 16th, 2009Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-61580683896652328502009-06-18T21:59:14.390-07:002009-06-18T21:59:14.390-07:00Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about - it...Absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about - it's a lovely moment and I'm glad you shared it here :)<br /><br />I hope the reunion and birthday celebrations go smoothly.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-19192183129852655682009-06-18T13:55:33.798-07:002009-06-18T13:55:33.798-07:00I'm a little embarrassed to admit that it'...I'm a little embarrassed to admit that it's true. Dad left the message on Tuesday. As pathetic as it sounds, I truly am Daddy's Little Girl and I miss my parents dearly. I'm looking forward to seeing them next weekend for a family reunion to celebrate my grandmother's 99th birthday.Crazy Mohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04854860776987204779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-59641966501968321962009-06-17T20:12:37.088-07:002009-06-17T20:12:37.088-07:00Crazy Mo - that was excellent. If that wasn't ...Crazy Mo - that was excellent. If that wasn't non-fiction I'll be even more impressed. :)<br /><br />Either way, it's an extremely lovely piece - very touching.<br /><br />Greg - for a reason I can't quite pin down, I particularly liked 'You'd sulk and hide your smiles' - just a well expressed idea I suppose.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-74973110773057717622009-06-17T12:44:59.359-07:002009-06-17T12:44:59.359-07:00Heh, you're hardly just a writer, Marc :) Tha...Heh, you're hardly <b>just</b> a writer, Marc :) That's a very sweet poem.<br /><br />The miles between us<br /><br />I remember when we used to talk,<br />Words that lasted days and weeks,<br />I remember when we used to walk,<br />Amongst the evergreen pines and peaks,<br /><br />Now there's miles between us,<br />I am here and you are there,<br />I am kicking up a fuss,<br />You are claiming you don't care.<br /><br />I remember when we used to fight,<br />You'd sulk and hide your smiles,<br />I remember we'd make up every night,<br />But between us now are miles.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-48591650911145422112009-06-17T07:00:28.094-07:002009-06-17T07:00:28.094-07:00The little red light flashes on my mobile, indicat...The little red light flashes on my mobile, indicating a voice message. I sigh. I didn’t hear it ring. “Damn thing never seems to work,” I mutter, as I stab the numbers to retrieve the message. <br /><br />The annoyingly pompous automated voice tells me I have one new message. I punch two to retrieve it and wait for what I’m sure is some jerk trying to sell me something. <br /><br />And I hear my father’s familiar laugh. “Hey favourite daughter!” He chuckles into the phone. We have a long-running gag between us. He calls me his Favourite Daughter and I call him my Favourite Dad. The joke being, of course, that I’m the <i>only</i> daughter. <br /><br />He uses the typical Northern Ontario dialect, a haphazard mix of French and English. “Je suis à la ferme et je jouais avec mon phone. Ton numéro a monté et j'ai juste voulu entendre ta voix. OK. I’ll let you go. Talk to you later. Love you! Bye.”<br /><br />Clearly, Dad was playing with his new cell phone and accidentally called me. And rather than hang up (he’s far too polite to do that) he left me a message. I could tell that he hadn’t meant to call and was having a good laugh at himself. No one laughs harder at Dad than Dad. <br /><br />My eyes fill with tears. My parents live a five-hour drive away, and with our respective schedules, I don’t get to see them as often as I like. Hearing my Dad’s voice suddenly made the misery of the past few weeks much more bearable.<br /><br />I replay the message, whisper “I love you too” and gently press seven to save.Crazy Mohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04854860776987204779noreply@blogger.com