A poem inspired by a capture

Two Little Girls In Line

Two little girls play,

As we wait in line,

I look at them both and

I see both their young faces shine

But, the differences seem to be

More than they share,

As they sit in their strollers,

With their curly dark hair...

One plays with paper and pen,

One plays with an android, Mickey, and friends;

One's world is analog,

One's world is digital;

One exist in the mental,

One lives in the physical;

One lives in the present,

Ones stuck in the past;

One soon gets upset,

Ones having a blast;

One seems lost in another dimension,

One screams loud for mother's attention;

One gets ignored, as a behavioral reward,

One gets loved, since distractions aren't something mom can afford.

...Two little girls,

Sitting and waiting in line;

The two I observed,

While passing the time.

-Bsomb4