The Cell Phone

We tried to hold the world at bay

While huffing and puffing

During exercise play

Then tootling and whistling

Interrupted our day

Our privacy had flown

We murmured a groan

For Ann had a new cell phone.

 

Ann rushed into the hall

While beaming and preening

To take this important call

Left us mumbling and grumbling

As she cooed to her grandson Paul

The call broke our fine mood

We were thoroughly stewed

How could Ann have been so rude?

 

But, hey, we all have grandchildren

We stopped fussing and fuming

For children we all had a grin

Ann returned showing and telling

Of Paul’s antics again and again

Over cell phone pictures we did pour

No longer was anyone sore

Peace and joy reigned once more.

 

Virginia L. Wylie

 

 

 

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Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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