The Way Things Used 2 B

Notes mom once put in my lunch box,

Reminding me of how she “loved me lots”,

Meant more than any I ❤ U text she could ever send me.

 

The anticipation,

Of a hand delivered classroom birthday invitation,

Unmatched by the Ringing, pinging, dinging alert of an unexpected evite.

 

The nighttime comfort of my daddy’s songs,

As he sings the lullabies that would wish me to sleep.

Replaced by the millions of downloaded playlists on endless repeat.

 

The bedtime stories I was told as a child.

That soothing voice, let my imagination run wild.

Usurped by the faceless Kindling, iPad, E-reader.

 

Never-ending face to face playdates in the park,

Like monkeys swinging until dark.

Fresh air experiences displaced by hours spent on Facetime screen dates.

 

Little girls giggling, gossiping at their tiny tea party,

Eating bark mulch cookies, sipping imaginary tea.

Later, grown up, gathered around a table, device in every hand.

 

I just don’t understand, why we focus on the materials in our culture?

When we could be building human connections.

Do you remember the way it used to be?

 

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