Losing Them to the Digital Realm

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pains are conceived

through the screams of loneliness

that reside in the chests

of this coming generation

our babies are birthed

through the mouth of technology

with headphones on their ears

remote controls in their palm

their fingers 

barely long enough

to wrap the control

and press the buttons

some grown folk find it cute

and allow these children

to master the game

unsupervised and unstructured

retarding their development

as video games replace time

the new babysitting service

four, eight, even twelve hours

some parents subscribe to

just so they could live selfishly

unmindful of the neglect

from all the hours of playing

instead of feeding their brains

with reading and mathematics

a quarter of their time towards homework

our children are being raised

in distance and disconnect

as they grow from toddlers

to teens, then adults

incompetent to socially interact

because human synergies are weird

and conversations are difficult

as the digital world

becomes the only thing

to bring forth comfort

to their social awkwardness

as eye contact is nulled

ambitions become snuffed

from a lack of fortitude

trust me, no child wants this

they should be taught about balance

and shown what they can reap through discipline

yeah, gaming is fun

but there’s no substitute

to the fortification they deserve

deep down, there’s a solitude

being strengthened through graphics

represented through a fantasy world

that they portray as real

this lack of communion 

increases desensitization 

diminishes empathy

while their core really wants

your time and attention

nothing replaces physical contact

nor human affection

nothing replaces the time that slips away

with the heartless cyber world 

so, drop the controls

hug, kiss and laugh

go to the park and run around

set precedence of a healthy relationship

before we lose them all

to the darkness of this realm. 


©2017 Liza Morales 

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Janet ♡ Carlos

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In 1948, he was born in Aibonito, Puerto Rico, the first of four children, all born at home. My grandparents didn’t have much and lived in poor conditions; eating lots of eggs and rice, in a tin house which does not exist today. Despite the lack of money, they were extremely rich in love. As a young boy, my dad ultimately moved to New York and was raised in Spanish Harlem. 

By the time Mom was born in 1951, her family had already migrated to New York from Arecibo, Puerto Rico. She was born in Bellevue Hospital on 1st Avenue and was also raised in Spanish Harlem.

Mom and Dad met in ‘El Barrio’ and he became her boyfriend when she was 13. Eventually, he was drafted into the Navy but the separation only strengthened their love. As soon as he was honorably discharged, she married him at the age of 18 and gave birth to my brother at 19. My parents didn’t want to stay in Spanish Harlem, so they moved to the Bronx and lived in the second floor apartment at my paternal grandparents’ house. A couple of years later, we moved to Gun Hill Road until they were able to save enough money to buy a house of their own, which they eventually did. It is the same home I live in today. 

My parents were awesome providers and made huge sacrifices to ensure we lived comfortably. They had a total of three children. They fed us, clothed us, loved us, schooled us, sheltered us and placed us all in private school (which Mom always claimed, “Education is the best gift we could give you”). Their hugest priority was always us and for that I love them eternally. They loved us unconditionally and their example taught me how to love my children the same way. Even their love for one another was exemplary. They demonstrated love as a verb. 

In 2008, death separated them after 39 years of marriage but it was temporary. Only seven months later, he died and joined her. There was no life without the other. “Until death do us apart” was their mantra and now they rest in peace and eternal love … together, until infinity.

[Photo captured at the Copacabana, NYC, early 80s]