When the phone rang
I mellowed down as usual
But a voice melting with munificence
Asked for me, a bloke bleeding with benevolence
I never heard that voice
But those vocals gently slid down my ear-bones
And on their way to the gelatinous lumps behind my ears
They sound one with a tone
That once neatly summed me up
So well that I felt I knew less about myself than him
But this tone was hers who did her part in creating him
She is a medical miracle with inexhaustible cognitive capital
For investing in shares of invaluable human knowledge
Returns of which are immeasurable
That she reassuringly spreads, along with the divine dividends
She perpetually wears a garland of gracious medals and honors
Heavily garlanded, but quite gracefully supple in her generosity
Humiliating anyone with her humorous humility
No wonder she was the procreator of a child
Who would grow on to become so good that God would come visiting for him
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