Ring Ring

After the funeral, she sat and she cried.
Watching from the corner was a little boy.
He knew how she felt, last year his dad had died.
The time had come for him to pass on the joy.
He walked to her and she looked up teary-eyed.
She looked to his hand, he was holding a toy.
    Little girl, I know you're sad, I was sad too,
    But I want to give something special to you.

When my daddy died, someone gave it to me,
It will help you when you're feeling all alone.
You can talk to your mom in heaven, you see.
All you have to do is use this magic phone.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide as could be.
I want you to have it for your very own.
    To make it work, you just have to say "Ring, ring",
    Then answer it to hear your mommy's voice sing!

Just like that, the boy was gone, quick as he came.
The angel, she thought, putting the phone away,
That's what she'll call him, he never left a name.
At home, she went to bed early, without sway.
Alone in her room, the phone looked just the same,
As she recalled the words he told her to say,
    "Ring, ring", she whispers, the phone pressed to her ear.
    Her mother's voice came in so sweet and so clear!

Over the next year, whenever she was sad,
She called up her mom and they talked a while.
One day on the playground, was a boy in plaid.
She could see his soul, so lonely and fragile.
She knew he needed exactly what she had,
Proudly, she handed him the phone with a smile.
    She told him it's magic and watched his eyes shine,
    Say "Ring, ring", and your dad will be on the line!






This is written as an Ottava Rima.
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:

one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii

...so on and so on