Saturday, April 24, 2010

25/30

A Silent Prayer to Electronica

He once called a hippo a pig
An igloo a house
This morning he thought a digital picture frame
was an iPod Touch
He broke my heart, a little
when he pressed on the screen
expecting the same results
The way I borrowed the iPod Touch,
downloaded some communication apps,
tossed a coin to see if he'd react
If this would be the miraculous thing that
transforms his life
Instead I received giggles he could not explain
Repetition of words on the screen
A happy child
No further away
No closer

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