Mama, please stop working
stay home with me
I don't want so many toys
To be with you
is what I need.
The play dough you make
the warm cookies you bake
wrap me in care
no paid giver can give
Mama look at me
did you see the trick
take a picture
store it behind your
eyes to recall
when the child me
is gone
Daddy, we feel last on the list
Honey, so do I
we count less than the
weighty importance
and throbbing enticement
of electronic bliss
an affair of a different sort
an emotional attachment
to some machine
in between
the promise of
us
Mama, hold me not that 'pad
My love, caress my hand
instead of the phone
Give me your hunger,
your curiosity
and thirst
Be not deceived
the Apple bewitches
say no to it
and yes to me
Yes to pressing
your breath into mine
keeping
what's priceless
inside the gate of
us
I love the Apple store. My power cord needed replaced last week. Inside, the store did not have one free station. People were lined up, waiting and drooling. I observed it from the outside, instead of being one of the drooling ones - did I mention I love Apple products? Even so, it made me a little nauseated.
In the last month, I have heard a high profile person wonder aloud if anyone has gone back to an 'old phone' after using a blackberry. A little boy really did beg his mom to stay home. Recently, at a writer's conference, the place where young writer's used to sit and dialogue with older author's was also the only accessible wifi spot. The open lids of laptops was an intimidating wall, shutting out missed opportunities. It is common for a friend's blackberry or iphone to make an unwelcomed trio. The e-mails and text messages often are more important than being present.
I feel this urgent need to protect the priceless, irreplaceable need for human connection. Everything Apple makes is sexy and feels sensuous, even the bags!
But wait, nothing can compare to warm skin, hugs, kisses and whisker rubs. It is so uncomplicated and easy. Buy that.
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Right now my husband is having an affair with his new ipad. I know he loves me more than Apple's latest (last night he called his Blackberry "primitive"); even so, to watch how he touches the screen with flair, instead of pounding keys, doesn't make my heart tha-thump tha-thump.
P.S. Laugh, because I am.
Right now, my laptop is not functioning. That means no computer for me when I'm at home. It's the best release I've ever had. :)
As I sit here and leave a comment from my computer to yours I can only say "AMEN!" And I have to say, that due to teenage circumstances, "we" are currently very restricted in the telephone and computer arena. Just last weekend we had a friend over and the sound of girlish giggles was so awesome! No third wheel in that! Must now disconnect to connect!
Oh yeah, I have a Mac, but the malls I detest. I almost passed out in that sweaty-got-a-have-it Apple store in Portland. Really. I had to leave while my husband bought the fruit.
And we don't have to buy those real hugs and kisses and neck cuddles. I, too, am off to do some of that (and laundry and other assorted stay-at-home stuff).
Blessings.
Maureen, I confess to not needing but lusting after an ipad! Darlene, Melissa, Nicole - glad we're together and not alone! :)
Love the play on Apple. :)
And I do so appreciate your comment over at Seedlings. In a way, I feel that way too, but I organized the book to go beyond my story and help others live and artfully play with their stories too. The book seemed to be asking for that, and in the end I found I couldn't say no.
Still, I offer the reader (in a preface kind of thing) the option of simply reading. Maybe you will be a simply-reading person. I wouldn't mind that at all.
So encouraging and a good reminder of what is important. Thank you. XOXO.
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