(with so many apologies to her)
So there you are and here I am
An ageing friend and an strange old man
We are chatting on screen.. an eerie thing
I count your freckles and polish your ring
You are baking cookies.. just your style
We chat on life and I trace your smile
Then it happens the strangest lap thing
Its off to the kitchen.. What the hells happening
I am being carried along the corridor of life
In your arms and in the midst of this strife
The cookies are ready oh my can't you tell
I am back in my mums arms and i am beginning to yell
Where are you taking me, have I no say
My God, girl Ive never seen you this way
This is too near I am beginning to panic
All this close up cuddles..its all too manic
Its fine for you carrying your laptop
But for me..right there in your lap soft
I am straight back to a toddler a baby you see
Just a giant girl and poor baby me
Sudden insecurity and screams near your tummy
And I am yearning for a long forgotten dummy
Shaking and frightened and yelling a lot
Please if you would, put me back in my cot
But the cookies were right not at all burnt
And returned to the desk I was a lesson learnt
For her, poor thing and what did she call me
A demented lunatic.. what just poor me
Next time she skypes she promised that
I could stay put like her porcelain cat.
Nice poem...Skype has indeed opened up a plethora of opportunities and all kinds of possibilities...
Skype and with mother, and glorify mother, you'll be blessed! Thanks for sharing, Geoffrey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your words re the notes about the Poem, and of course the poem. Plenty of smiles while reading it.
Cheers John, Thank you for your feedback.It is much appreciated. Geoffrey.