‘that’s bloody clever’
that’s what he said
holding my first pocket calculator
Texas Instruments,
‘give me some more numbers’
him more used to working out
his bookies winnings on the flap of
a woodbine packet,
how I’d love to snatch him back
just one day
him and the Iphone
he once saw on Star Trek
late 1969,
to look into those eyes and
revel in his wonder
flicking through the apps,
YouTube horse racing,
searching for Sinatra
on iTunes,
speaking to his grandson
from the other side of the world
hearing her calling through
the serving hatch
with chicken fingers,
‘when did Adam get home then?’
because the reception was so clear.
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© Graham Sherwood 07/2020
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