I speak to my sister regularly
two beads on a single strand
that must not unravel in this lifetime
yet our busy lives at opposite ends
of this global village
are disconnected
my question: who was that child in the picture
is met with surprise
and we Skype immediately
to set that right
my ignorance and lack of knowing
that the little one
can walk briskly
and has so many baby teeth
and talks and asserts
like the Blind King of long ago
I wait for the screen to clear
and I see my face in the corner
so like the one I will never see again in that space
the girls are grown, including their mother
who was a baby I held the day she was born
and I, the Elder
give thanks
for invisible heartstrings
and modern technology.
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