On a bright and warm sunny afternoon
Mom noticed her two kids glued to the tube.
Their eyes fixated on the glowing screen,
every day after school, the same routine.
It’s time they used their imagination –
wander and ponder in nature’s escape.
So Mom decided to pull the black plug,
disconnecting them from their square-shaped drug.
The children protested and made a fuss.
“How could you do this?!” is what they both said.
Mom pushed the angry little ones outside
and knew the sore feelings would soon subside.
She watched them both trudge to the nearest tree.
They climbed it and sat in bitter silence.
Suddenly Mom felt a strange sensation –
a strong mechanical-like flirtation.
She entered the room where the TV sat.
Oh, the big black box and the good old days –
before the kids she had favorite shows.
Were they still on these days? She had to know.
Soon she was propped up on the easy chair.
Soon an hour passed in front of that screen.
Laughter and yells took her out of the trance.
She peeled herself off the couch for a glance.
The window framed a beautiful picture.
Children running, smiling, and full of life.
The kiddos, it seemed, were having some fun.
She then felt guilty for what she had done.
I’m a hyprocrite, she thought to herself.
The TV went off and she grabbed a book.
Out back she sat on a patio chair,
The breeze blew softly and fluttered her hair.
The kids used their minds creatively to play
Their bodies active – not fused to the couch.
Mom went inside to grab herself a drink
The image she saw made her own heart sink
Dad had come home from work minutes ago
Straight to the TV like he always did.
She knew he would be the hardest to wean
It was time for war, Mom versus Machine.