I sit transfixed
engaged before the screen.
Ancestors sent script,
oft lost at sea, unseen.
Grandchildren spacious,
healthy, safe, at ease,
grounded, relaxed –
not trying to please.
Virtual tour of their lives far away,
encased in the monitor dwelling pristine,
Nature in springtime
knows no quarantine.
No breeze. No scent.
No warmth of day.
No waft from fresh baths.
Words I cannot say.
Are you in love?
Is your joyful heart beguiled?
Do you feel my urge to touch your cheek,
to share your world, my child?
Your face – a fair miracle –
Tales told in limited scope.
My son’s beard a symbol
of wisdom, depth, growth.
Diverted eyes,
a subtle sigh,
We say I love you,
Talk soon, goodbye.
.
You live your dream
undaunted by time.
Your LIght in the lens
calls me to find and live mine.
❤️