Generation Gap
My daughter says
I hate my cell phone.
I always have to call home
When I get there,
Where I’m going, with whom and when.
Flashback to me at her age
Coming home from a conference
Out of town
My mother worried at half past twelve
When she thought I should be home at ten
I wish I had a cell phone then.
Copyright © Laura Spears | Year Posted 2010
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