On Sunday afternoon
I mowed the lawn
Cleaned out the rabbit
Washed the car
Hovered the carpet
Sorted my books
Made everyone beans on toast.
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Then in the evening
I thought I would
Take the plunge
And do the impossible
Phone my sister
And swallow my pride
I could hear your laughter
“That would hit a magical note,”
You don’t believe a word of it
And of course
I didn’t
You were
Right.
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Written for Theme Thursday
Life From A Park Bench 
There seems to be a mystery to this, Alan. I find myself wondering why it would be difficult for you to phone your sister….I am sure there is a story here.
I came out of this one with the idea that the bro/sis relationship is not good and you can’t bring your self to call even though you know you should. test the magic…try…if it doesn’t work…well, even Houdini didn’t get it all right.
Thanks, my sister returned from USA and i was a bit unsure from my other sister as to whether she had a good time or not so i chickened out on ringing her, i will this weekend, much to my wife’s amusement.
I was wondering what happened to the rabbit when you cleaned it, did you make rabbit stew? Is it a pet rabbit and you just gave it a bath, oh I do hope so. We do not seem to do the beans on toast thing although I have heard it is quite good. Maybe some day I will have a go with them.
Maybe your sister is wondering why you are not calling her. So glad to see you are going to call her.
Thanks so much for sharing this thought provoking poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. I hope your weekend is filled with magical conversations with your sister.
God bless.