For Whom I Tote Phone

My big complaint with kids was all their stuff.
I didn’t like to tote the baby gear,
and toddlers never seemed to have enough
unless I lugged the bulk. The 7th year
I welcomed – each could organize the things
required or desired when they left
(the problem then was how they weighed their wings –
their never-emptied packs had too much heft).

Those days are long ago – I’m senior-plus,
and though I have a cellphone, I’m inclined
to put it down and disregard it. Thus,
I tend to miss some calls, and I don’t mind.
But let a grandkid want my voice and face –
that’s when I tote my smartphone every place.

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