Connected Poem 17/30 NaPoWriMo

 

This poem was inspired by a tweet on Sunday

“Go to BBC News, see Boston story. Click away in horror to UK news, see Lowestoft story. Rub eyes, hug son, make tea”.

Connected

 

You think you’re safe
with the BBC.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.
 
Being connected isn’t always the blessing
it seems to be.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.
 
The modern father’s duty
includes spam filter.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.
 
Going off grid isn’t that
off kilter.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.
 
Days like these are valuable
for reflection.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.
 
A reminder that family
is your one true connection.
Rub eyes, hug son, make tea.