We know we can't compete
With your feed, tailored specially for you.
With all the minds you can scroll through
faster than we can express a singular thought
or retell a story.
The significance of our day is lost when measured against the compilation of world news made just for you.
But you're the one missing out.
On the way our eye lashes meet when we squeeze our bright eyes shut.
On the dimple that deepens only with that one grin.
On the size of our hands before they're too big to want to hold yours.
You forget that the number of times we will brush our teeth in your house is finite.
The number of times we will need your supervision is even smaller,
But to you it feels infinite.
And so you miss out.
On our stories, while you listen to theirs.
On our thoughts - slow and incoherent - which will never be combed through and edited to suit your style.
You're not the only one that misses out though.
We miss out on knowing you.
your laugh
your delight
your pride in who we are growing up to be.
We miss out on your knowledge and advice.
The length of time we will stand to miss you is also finite.
When we have had enough waiting,
enough disappointment,
We will find someone else to hear our thoughts.
Someone else will notice the new things we do.
We will feel someone else's delight.
We will accept whatever knowledge and advice we can find--
Yours has been unavailable in our house for too long.
You have been unavailable in our house for too long.
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