My Cellular Device

Kelechi Ihejirika

I’m tired and I want to sleep
You’re battery is low but you manage to keep
Me awake at all hours of the night
My eyes are red and filled with the fright
Of my mother as she bursts through the door
She frowns and reaches for my shoe on the floor
Mother scolds me and takes you away
I cry that I wont see you for another day
I slept that night, in the dark alone
Without the comforting illumination from my phone
How the screen smiles back nothing else will suffice
The need for my sweet, precious, cellular device