Thursday, February 16, 2006

Nolie is 7 in 2006

He is gap-toothed and lisping
and I want a time machine.
The digital snapshot/screensaver
is not enough.
The suffocating fear of computer crashes,
technology leap-frogging over my back,
grips me and tells me
the smile will crash
catch a virus
get wormed.
But a box, magic like snow,
may take me in 10 years
to this moment
where he spits Fruit Loops
through a gap and says
Thee what I can do?

1 Comments:

Blogger Joe said...

Christine,
This is too good to pass by, and not comment on. Take a million pictures. Each will be special.

Monday, February 27, 2006 7:35:00 PM  

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