Talking to my children over the week ends
has been my routine for years together
I talk to them without an end
not knowing what way to end altogether
but keeping awake all of us for hours
as one lives in the north in a time zone
whilst the other in the south with another time ever
with the variations of morning and evening alone
the last one living in the middle almost same time as mine
as both of us live around the tropics in tone
we go on talking apart from the time with shine
away from the time, beyond the time in glue
with a giggle and a chuckle all through
with tears and a weep while coming to a close
brushing aside the tears that trickle down true
hanging up with the anticipation of resuming in the next week-end
our life has been going about with talking and seeing over the net
very much assuaging and comforting to a great extent in 
a trend
though not as reckoning of the physical touch and proximity
that had been denied to us by living miles apart in frequency.
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