It sits by my phone
Old battered friend
Fingered the alphabet
Pages to mend.

Addresses long forgotten
Numbers have changed
Names that I query from
Memory estranged.

Then midst the muddle
Stands out a name
Not really forgotten
How to explain.

The years have passed by
I have not been in touch
Yet this was a friend
Once valued so much.

I dial the number
The voice is the same
And years fade away
It's my friend once again.

Others I cross off
I know they are dead
But the old Tele - Index
Has pages well read.

© Helen Catherine Cramer
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