In my mother’s shoes…
I am my mother, Eda
I hear my sons talking about a game
I see them on the computer
I want them to get off the computer and play outside
I am their parent
I pretend to not care
I feel like they will never stop
I touch my phone ready to do work
I understand they are still little
I say “get off,” but they they don't listen
I dream that they will stop playing, on their electronics
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