Last of the Mohicans

I have a new cell phone It allows me to text... I have finally caught up with the civilized world Me...who swore on my soapbox.... "Not for me! Thanks, but no thanks, ..I'd rather talk" Why doesn't anyone want to talk anymore? !! Resisting the change Resisting technology Embracing the old, scoffing the new I've learned to text.....last of the Mohicans.......I've learned to text Tolerated their smirks, their ridicule, tolerated their bahahas behind my back Saying it over, and over, ...and over again....... "Why do people resort to the cold, the impersonal, glued to one's ear, purse, hip-pocket, mentality?" Last night my daughter sent me a text Then a photo... The photo...well, ... at first I couldn't quite see what it was But then I realized, it was an old recipe card...scribbled in my handwriting, written by me, for her, long ago, when she was first learning to cook Meatloaf!! Same old recipe...that's also tucked away in my own recipe box, only mine is scribbled with love, given to me by my own mother I was startled, looking at that bloomin', handheld, tiny red, impersonal device... reading... "Hi Mom...made this 4 dinner 2nite! Yum !!".... So, here I am........spilling a tear over this stupid red phone while falling off my soapbox