The imagination goes with the generation
the grandmother to the grandchild
each one having a distraction
that needs to be carefully filed
the grand mother went with her terms
had stones all around in her play
be it seven at one stroke one of less calm
or let it be the most native ones in clay
used to play hop in a swarm
the grandchild has her gadgets along
with an iPad iPhone loaded with applications
spends time peering over them for long
the child is lost in deep concentration
a manner the grandmother played in her days
drenched in sunshine and breathing fresh air
the little girl spends her time in a way
locked up in room with no care
the older one had her mother’s eye behind
the younger lives mostly alone
the mother sweating out in a remote bind
the proximity is not to be seen in tone
only frequent calls keep the child alert
the days have changed now greatly
the fundamentals still hang on intact
with the grandmother and grand child strongly
the discipline is passed on inadvertently.
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