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Face Time
By Franklin Price
02/22/2022

In the middle of last evening, my cell phone began to shrill
I answered, there was baby Dean, being held by Auntie Lil
Technology is wonderful. Last night it made my day.
I watched, my tiny great grand son, in color, not in shades of gray

Looking on were mom and dad; just as proud as they could be,
Their smiling faces beaming, all of them, face timing me.
Not only was there color, there was motion, don't you know
And sound to fill the senses, then baby Dean put on a show

He cannot walk or talk as yet. He cannot sing or dance,
He did, what infants do so well, put a load within his pants.
I could tell, by looks on faces, and an exclamatory eeww!!
That he had filled his diaper, with more than just a little pooh.

Mom took him from his auntie, stripped him bare to shoot the moon,
As she was cleaning up the mess, he cried out loud, a different tune.
“Be careful while you're down there”, I heard him say in baby speak.
“Be tender while you're working, I've been here but just a week”

When the changing was all said and done, and his butt was squeaky clean,
Their cell phone shot some close ups of that handsome baby Dean.
His hands and feet were moving, all his parts were in their place.
His head was filled with wispy hair. There was a smile upon his face.

Barb was looking o'er my shoulder through God's grace and loving care
Was enjoying her great grand son  and the family gathered there.
We reveled for a minute more, then she left me with a smile
“I'm going now to be with them. I'll be back in just awhile”

Just before I hung up, and the Face Time was all done
Their home became a little lighter, brightened up by Barbara's sun 
Her presence is there with them and is also here with me
She'll be with us all forever, in our hearts and memory

I'm looking forward to next time, the next Face Time video
When I can see them once again, be a small part of the show.
God willing, in the month of April, I will visit for awhile
Cradle then, great grand son Dean, enjoy firsthand  his joyful smile.
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