FaceTime | a poem
Through a screen I observe A fortunate affair: A familiar gathering of family With you I wish to share. Stories upon stories Some written, some untold From better or worse times, Collected in colloquial troves. Drunken mouths of laughter And cheeks rosy with blush, A most delightful event Where one is seldom enough. Though we are each our own (Wise, ridiculous or fun) Every smile is a sparkle and Together we dazzle as one. Through a screen I miss them, Every laugh I hear tonight And though it makes me smile, I cry a little out of spite For technology is a gift, One prized beyond compare. But family is the real prize, The rarest diamond solitaire.