I tried to explain that summer was over,
my children back at school,
that they had to fend for themselves.
But of course they didn't listen,
their pixel mouths opening helplessly
when I peeked in their tiny world.
Floor upon floor that I'd built so joyfully
stood dark: shoe store, museum, laundromat,
the miniature perfection of the cake studio.
I made promises, said I would visit,
told them that in a few months
we'd spend Christmas Break together.
Promises that would be broken,
my tiny tower abandoned,
when I discovered Candy Crush.
(First published in Main Street Rag)
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