Face Time
Henry’s gotten old enough
For phone calls to take place
And now, with new technology,
We get to see his face.
But also he sees ours, as well
As where we do reside.
He doesn’t get here often, so
A tour we did provide.
“There’s Grandpa in the kitchen
Cooking pasta in the pot
And chopping mozzarella cheese,
Which Henry likes a lot!
Look outside – there goes a taxi
And some buildings, big and tall.
In the living room are pictures –
Yes, of you! up on the wall.”
What a wonderful connection!
Though we’re kept apart by miles,
Thanks to mobile phones and WiFi,
We can see each other’s smiles.
Grandpa even gave a tickle
And a high-five at the end.
Though we couldn’t really touch him,
It was better than pretend.
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