Her And Mobile Phone.
Head down mesmerised by the screen,
Engrossed by new message, just seen.
I'm speaking but she cannot hear,
Totally lost in a vacant stare.
It like she's in a world of her own,
In a bubble with only her phone.
Lost the ability to communicate,
I'll tell her soon, it's getting late.
Facebook has got a lot to answer for,
Leaving her little fingers sore.
Sliding screen up and down at speed,
Searching for the latest feed.
It's friends and family keeping in touch,
I don't really mind that much.
It keeps her mind quite alive.
After all my mum is eighty five. Ha.
Copyright Mark Ainslie 2017.