When you ask for my phone
I hesitate.
You insist and persist.
Of course you win!
What's mine in here?
There are no boundaries.
I feel encroached in thought
And the tangibles alike -
Phones, laptops, soft toys
And such!
Since you win, you have it your way!
I didn't quiet care how you'd use
Err, or abuse it!
Thinking of the smudges you made
On my slick oil pastels.
On them and with them
You dab and dabble creating a mess
That I take forever to erase!
Now what did you do?
I don't bother to check.
You come back, pulling me by the wrist.
My sore bones refuse to budge from
the lean on the headboard
And the stretch on the bed.
But since you persist
I can't resist
Forever!
"You need to look at the sun"
You flash my phone and withdraw it
Before I catch a glimpse.
"You shot the sun?" I enquire
"That's why you should come and see!"
You persist!
I drag my feet through the foyer
"Look"
You sherik!
"That isn't the Sun you silly"
"That's the moon".
"Moon?"
"Yes - Sun doesn't rise at Seven PM, does it?"
"Ohhhh..." you emphasise the interjection
Like you finally get what I say!
But the mother in me, soaked in hormones
Internally swoons at the encroachment.
And brings it a paradigm shift!
There are teachers to teach you
Preachers to preach you.
Let me just lead by example!
For you to stop and stare
To capture and Share
The full moon that shines by our home
Moon, Sun, Salamander, Whatever -
It's enough that you stop!
It's enough that you stare.
It's enough that you pause in this grind
And care to Share!
Pic - By my 8 yr old, captured on my mobile.
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