a note to my children:
cartoons were just on Saturday mornings
with Froot Loops
and the whole family couldn’t miss
Cosby or Simon and Simon.
We would sit there
with no reality.
I got the first Nintendo
and it was Christmas
and Cousin Angie and Mama
played Mario for a week straight
and then your Bapa and me,
we would play every evening
while Nanny and Auntie Shelly
rolled their eyes.
Mario came in a cartridge and we never bought more games.
We just saved the princess over and over
and then tried to do it without losing even one life
or other rules we made up.
we didn’t have computers
until I was a teen and then there was still NO INTERNET.
When Grandpa Glenn’s dog died that I loved he had two choices
not an email, but a letter
and so he did, it was easier for him.
I got off the bus and got the mail and walked
the gravel drive while opening the letter
and I knew before I read the words
paper in hand
with beloved handwriting
and I was so sad and held it to my chest.
We didn’t find out anything on facebook or twitter.
On car trips we played I Spy
did Mad Libs
listened to Wilson Phillips on a tape.
what’s a tape?
I’ll show you sometime.
Even in college when someone needed to talk to me
they left a message on my answering machine
and that was like voicemail.
I got it when I got it and called back when I called back
because when I was out I was out.
I think this is why I say no to a DS
and send you outside
and tell you to shut off the TV
and why we play I Spy
and maybe even why we have chickens
and why I run through the sprinkler with you.
Because I’m sorry you missed the old days.
Another note to my children: Please