Sharing Meals Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

While we talk

My daughter and I

Living on either side of the globe

Often sit for meals

On either side of the screen

She, brings her breakfast

I, my dinner

It is almost like

Being together

In the same room

Only we can't share

The food that looks

So inviting from here

I would like to taste

What she cooks

See if she's got my flair

The little one's mouth is watering

As she taps the screen

Demanding a morsel for herself

Till she grows up

And understands,

The computer screen

Will be her grandmother

Who appears every morning

After her father has gone to work

And talks, plays and laughs

And sometimes inexplicably cries.