The little boy sitting in the high chair.

Sitting by his mother who didn’t notice he was there.

She didn’t notice he was crying.

For all she knew he could have been dying.

His Nan tore herself away.

Got him out and told him to play.

As soon as he was on the floor he ran away.

His Nan chased after, sat him down in the area where children play.

Nan returned to her seat tutting.

Mum didn’t even know they had been away.

Nan said you will have to watch him.

Mum looked up didn’t say a word.

Nan said I’m of now you will have to watch him.

Mum gave her a glance then looked back to her tablet screen.

The child stood with a toy in each hand, not old enough to say interact with me.

Three generations isolated by technology.