Dear Mommy and Tatty,
You tell me I make you happy,
But you are always smiling at your phone.
You tell me I’m so important,
But you hold the phone and I’m left dormant.
You tell me to be safe when I cross,
But you’re on your phone while driving, so I’m at loss.
You came to my siddur party / production / Avos ubanim / mother-daughter tea / science fair,
But it didn’t feel like you were actually there.
You hired a babysitter to watch me,
But she they just watched their phone.
You took me to the doctor when I was sick.
I was scared, but you focused on the click.
You sent me with big sister for pizza,
But I stared into space as she was on social media.
You sent me to school where we can’t have a phone,
But Morah, rebbi and the principal were on one, making me feel alone.
You tell me we need to be careful with what we see,
But the Instagram feed shows you what they want because it’s free.
You tell us we should do things because it’s right,
But the way we talk and pose seems like we only care about the “Like.”
You tell me that we are better than this,
All I want is a smile, a hug and a kiss.
I’m just a kid once, so please look at me,
Because before you know it, I will be thirty-three.
Sincerely, your child