Skyping late

Her electronic teddy bear floods

The screen with hearts

The heart-shaped bubbles explodes

Into kisses

The whole screen becomes

A cartoon scene

The little girl laughs

She giggles

With red cheeks

Her mother sounds

The last call

Bedtime … bedtime

The playful girl resists

She loves Skyping late

We negotiate

I promise another Skyping late next night

And order is restored

I hear her mother’s heavy breathing

Between wondering and grateful

Unspoken words understood

Until next time

The little girl sleeps

With a smile on her face.

Skyping late is her favorite mischief

The innocent angel.


April 11, 2021

© 2021 Alain de Sade

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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