Stages

he doesn’t play on the playground anymore.

he plays on the computer, in his bedroom behind a closed door.

I check e-mail on my cell phone, standing in the kitchen, thinking –

these days, it seems,

we’re all hiding behind screens.

Copyright Suzanne Norton 2016

About Suzanne

I write poetry, flash fiction, quotes and personal essays. Words flow forth like a river that cannot be dammed. Writing is my soul.
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One Response to Stages

  1. i can relate and am making changes…

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