A telephone call

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A telephone call

Last week my Granda phoned me and informed
me that he was sitting in his kitchen. Slightly
puzzled, I tread cautiously into the conversation.
Was this the moment? I wondered. Last orders?
The majestical magnificent mind finally felled?
And at five years short of a century who could
honestly feel it unjust, a travesty. Realistically
the possibility grew bigger with each passing day.

"So how ye doin' Granda?" I asked tip toeing further into
unknown realms..... "Am aareet Son" came the famaliar
reply. "I've got one of those phones where you divvunt
have to stand next to the wall."
"What? you mean a mobile Granda" I asked intrigued.
"Nah man, a cordless one, one wi no wires. I can
phone you from any room"
He was so happy.

How beautiful.
How magical.
How indescribably, wholeheartedly, undeniably, heartwarmingly,
lost for words because words are not enough, extraordinary.
The spectacular simplicity of life sometimes takes hold of
this superfluous needless intellect and scatters it to far secluded
unknown spaces so all that remains is soulful and nourishing.

I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.

Hi AR, this left me with a smile too. I think you've done a fine job with this piece. I love the message and the way you have expressed it. I watched a docu about two generations, one under thirty and the other over 70 and how they coped with each other's issues.
The younger group wanted to know where the "enter" key is on a typewriter. Enjoyed this!
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