Eldest daughter decides to phone.

'Hi Mom! How are you?'

'I am fine, love, I cannot moan.'

'Oh, good!' she said.

'I thought I would tell

You what's inside my head.'

Secretly, I let out a sigh.

In the past this means

Tears are nigh.

'I've worked here ever so long!

I want to move.

Is that wrong?'

'No, dear. It's up to you

To make yourself happy

And not be blue.'

In a lighter voice, 'I love you!'

She hangs up the phone.

'Yes, darling... I love you too.'

Poetry by lil

lil

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