Note: Hey Everyone, I’m just freestyling on this one. Working on my writing skills.

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A raspy sometimes gentle voice, startles June as she holds the phone on her ear. “Hello mama”. This couldn’t be Morgan? “Morgan is this you?”

The phone became silent and June whimpered demanding answered. “I said, is this Morgan?”

Morgan wipes her tears with her sleeve. Her voice quivered, “Yes, mama it’s me”. Morgan had left home ten years earlier without telling her parents where she’s going.

“Mama please talk to me, say something”, Morgan cried. June places the receiver on her chest trying to keep her composure intact. “I’m here”. June wanted to scream at Morgan with, why did you leave song?

Morgan pounds silently on the table with her fists at the diner where she waitress, letting out small intervals cries. “How have you been mama?”

Each breath was struggle for June. She buried her husband of twenty five years, six months ago alone. “I had some good days mixed with bad days”.

“How’s dad?” Not holding herself hostage of emotions anymore. June screams, “Your father died six months ago”.

Morgan didn’t know what to say. The last time she saw her father, he was fixing his 1957 Chevrolet pickup. Promising that he was going to show her how to drive but she couldn’t stay.

“What do you want Morgan?” She understood her mother’s emotions. Not blaming her if she becomes angry. Children are walking inside of the diner calling Morgan, mommy.

June sits down at the kitchen table, wondering if that was Morgan’s children. “Who are the children?” Crying in her voice Morgan reply graciously. “Their mine mama”. Dropping to her knees onto the floor weeping.

June heard the story from the townspeople the reason why Morgan had left home. It was true, what happened to her at Victoria Lofton party.

“Why you didn’t tell us? I would of believed you?” Morgan couldn’t get the nerve to tell her parents she was taken advantage of by five different boys. If only she could rewind the time back. Her father would of done everything in his power to protect her.

“Mama, I have twins children. Their name after you and dad”. June decided to stay on the floor then a ring of laughter erupted from her lungs. “Dale and June”, she giggled.

“Mama, will you ever forgive me?” June laughed softly, “It’s already done”.

Morgan pulls out a poem from her pocket called: “Time” that her mother wrote while in her youth. She begins to recite:

“Time heals the impulse of the wounded heart, sometimes it remains there as a reminder of the scar.

It holds in different ways of infinite grace and noble strength.

Time conquers more than pain, time conquers love”.

June finally acknowledges the voice on the end of the phone is Morgan. Tears occupy her eyes once more, gliding her finger upon the faded photo of her little girl who called her “Mama”.