How hard you wanted for that moment

and lifted your chin for a scratch

and so vivid it was, as you forgot —

and the feeling hardly a memory or a glance,

the way with dreams

you’re sure it was real for a moment

but can’t be sure why, or what happened

and like the rest they get shelved and forgotten

and we go about our day

skipping across the surface of what’s real

for a moment, touching down

before we skip away

Categories: parenting, poetry

Tags: cell phone addiction, distraction, parenting, poem, poetry, William Pearse writer