Two women, separated by three years,
Two thousand, seven hundred sixty miles,
And three time zones, but linked by blood and tears
Pick up their phones with matching wistful smiles

And dial the number of their elder brother
To wish him happy birthday both at once,
Thus making him ring off to greet the other
And share amusement at their timely stunts.

Though it may seem a sheer coincidence
For two to reach out quite concurrently,
It feels right in the context of events
Affecting the entire family.

A day of sharing thoughts of the departed
Makes space for happenstances more lighthearted.