The constant recurrence
Of your emails
In my inbox.
You attempt to contact me
But don’t you understand.
If you wish to reach me,
Just call.

I prefer the sound of your voice,
To the words on the screen.
Yet, you don’t understand.
Just call.

When I don’t answer the emails,
You attempt to text.
My portable phone vibrates
And a message appears
In a language I don’t understand.
“I bet u r busy, so I’ll txt u l8r. Ttyl!”
“Where r u? R u on a trip? Answer my txts and emails Gran”
Then
My portable phone bill
Is $20.
A fortune.
So please
Just call.

Where has my caring granddaughter gone?
She is a slave to technology.
As a young girl
She loved books.
Now
She loves her ipad.
She once wrote me handwritten notes,
And sent them to me
Using stamps, an envelope, and the post office.
She would then
call me, and ask if I got her letter.
I miss that girl.
And the only way she will come back to me,
Is if she would
Just call.