Thanks

Dad loaned me his phone once,

and I changed the voice-mail message.

Then, when I gave it back,

he never changed it back.

I would call him and get

myself.

Now all I can call on

to get him

is me,

and when I open my mouth

and his words fall out

I am thankful.

Note: The OSI topic was change but I didn't really look at the page close and thought it was thanks and so this isn't really an OSI poem, but it's what I wrote this week anyway.