The Cell

Ringing no reply
waiting almost breathless
then a short ring
a text message
on the Cell
smileys made her day

glory to God, they praise
unto him they give all
a press of an alphabet
he explodes in ecstasy
the Cell that links
many to their maker

a silent tear,
condolences from afar
sadness typed on screen
the Cell
flowers for an aching heart
spoken silently soothing

the Cell small and big
adhering to the wrists
like second pulses
needful to our hearts
imagine life without it
grim indeed like grey days.