It’s Saturday mornings
When I am alone with my coffee
And miss my son
When I prop my phone
Against the jelly jar.
And if you think that
I am crazy wait until
The whole family gathers
And we make that video call
And we all chatter happily
Sending love from all directions
To the son, to the phone
And in line of our dangerous bullets of love
Who else stands and supports us
But that sweet strawberry
Jelly jar.
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