A grandmother's voice
of yesteryear
came out of the phone
into my ear
I listened, myself,
a grandmother too,
a rehash of our lives
turned red and blue;
red for joy of kids
and their progeny;
blue naturally for
our mutual odyssey -
travels and marriages
lost loves - yearnings -
the call ended with hope
and a lust for learning
more about ourselves
and the thing called life
mourning the world and
politics of strife.
But above all through
the wire came the reminder
of friendship with you,
Sandra, my world is kinder.
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