“Internet Granny”

“Internet Granny”
Upon the Internet, I am a part
of all that I hold dear.  That piece of me,
unseen without a blog page from my heart,
now views itself in that reality.
I’m privy to their language and their games.
I see the latest tattoo on their skin.
As Granny, careful to approve and claim
all those who would remain, in part, my kin.
Before, I was a stranger to that child,
but now they see me in a knowing light.
So long as I may text a note that’s mild
and make it brief and end it out of sight,
 I still exist.  I’m wired and in my eyes
that’s still cool comfort I cannot deny.

(The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat. You might end up with a poem that seems bizarrely solipsistic (like the internet itself, maybe?), but there might also be a spark there of something live and fun and present (like the verbal equivalent of a really great animated cat .gif).