Working from home: Mother and Texting

Technology isn’t my mother’s forte

Not something she grasped, I must say

And so it is to me the teaching must fall

Regardless of my plans, I answer the call

But timing is another failure on her part

Especially when at work, as meetings start

Down from her room, she will descend

Cell phone in hand, with a draft I must mend

The words are mispelled, too many spaces between

But providing that criticism, is far too mean

So I edit and explain, and roll my eyes

And then she asks about emojis, how will I survive?