My Big Night Home by Steve Bolin


My Big Night Home
By: Steve Bolin

One night while at home, I went to answer the phone,
For I could clearly hear it ringing.
It had to be a Godsend, for I knew it was my girlfriend,
The thought of her face had me singing.

Her name was Susan Dawn, and with my parents gone,
I could talk real sweet with no one to overhear.
I thought of what to say, and how to put it the right way,
But I was so nervous that my thoughts they weren’t too clear.

I certainly had no fear, as I put the phone up to my ear,
I started whispering before she could even speak.
I told her she was fine, and that I wanted to make her mine,
I told her how she made my knees grow weak.

Oh it would be bliss, to give her a little kiss,
It’d be heaven if our lips could briefly meet.
Then I told her, “Please, could I give you a little squeeze;
I know that I could sweep you off your feet.”

I told her of her beauty, and how she was a real sweet cutie,
I said her angelic face was like no other.
But I thought that I would choke, when at last she finally spoke,
“Listen, young man, this is your Mother!”

About the Author

A life long resident of Indiana and full time writer, Steve Bolin has previously published poetry and short stories in, "Black Petals," and "Dark Moon Rising."
To obtain copies of Mr. Bolin's recently released book, "Black Rising," please go
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