My Little Pocket Miracle
My mobile phone
You are my home
For my creative self
Notes upon notes of poems
I wrote
I composed
My own blog
A catalogue of poems to flick through
Naked Poet and Toria
Ensuring my poems are kept in order
TCP Toria
I check my emails
I check my cash
I have too many phone apps
A wallet full of tickets
To catch a non-existent train
To catch a holiday plane
To fill my car with petrol again
As my mobile holds my bank card
I hold my mobile phone close to my heart
It tells me how many steps
I’ve done
On occasions, I am a bit of a bum
A mobile phone can be fun
Reminding me
Of memories, I forgot
I have a lot
Of photo shots
I carry lots of photographs
I do laugh
I am often daft
If I have a question
I only have to ask Siri
She will answer me
Perfectly
It is my dictionary
My thesaurus
My encyclopaedia
How does it all fit in here?
A mobile library
My mobile phone
I love you dearly
My miniature computer
I know I don’t use a 100 percent of your computer chip brain
Every day is an adventure
I learn something new
Sharing poems from all around the world
Through you
Many Facebook friends
The list never ends
My mobile phone
My silent friend
On occasion
Apart from when my alarm goes off
I switch you off
I play music
I play videos
I play films
My mobile phone is a record and video player and a miniature cinema too?
I must be boring you
I think this poem is definitely through
I can always just ring to speak to you
I think my mobile phone is a little pocket miracle
Toria
4/4/2023
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