When the phone rings

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Unexpected calls,

Unexpected hours,

A caring voice appears,

When the phone rings.


A wrinkled face,

With million smile lines,

A flash image appears,

When the phone rings.


"Mole, Did you eat lunch?"

"Is it raining there?"

Just two lines,

When the phone rings.


" Grandma, How are you?"

Overpowered by her care,

A moment a day,

When the phone rings.


A loving calm voice,

Everyday without fail,

Sweet forty four seconds,

When the phone rings.


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