A telephone call

[starstruck]

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.

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

I think this poem is simply beautiful in the sense that the author is made happy because their grandfather was happen. Nothing extraordinary happened and it didn't need to. The best thing that happened was that they heard someone they loved being happy.