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The poem reflects on the evolution of communication from traditional methods to digital connections, highlighting the role of the speaker's grandmother. It emphasizes the bittersweet nature of progress, where increased connectivity can also lead to feelings of loneliness. Ultimately, it calls for a balanced approach to technology, encouraging the creation of a future filled with love and understanding.

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Dres

The poem reflects on the evolution of communication from traditional methods to digital connections, highlighting the role of the speaker's grandmother. It emphasizes the bittersweet nature of progress, where increased connectivity can also lead to feelings of loneliness. Ultimately, it calls for a balanced approach to technology, encouraging the creation of a future filled with love and understanding.

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Gale Mae Euste
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The Weaver's Hands

My grandmother's hands, gnarled and strong and wise,


Once spun the threads of family, beneath sun-drenched skies.
Now, her fingers trace a screen, a world at her command,
Connecting hearts across the sea, a digital wonderland.

Each video call, a shuttle flying fast,


Weaving moments, memories meant to last.
From simple letters, to instant messages untold,
We shape our stories, brave and new, and bold.

But in this dance, a bittersweet embrace,


Progress marches on, leaving some out of place.
The threads of hope, with loneliness entwined,
A fragile balance, for the human heart and mind.

For every connection, a distance we may feel,


A loss of touch, a reality less real.
The human heart, a compass in the digital storm,
Must guide our steps, and keep our spirits warm.

We are the weavers, each stitch a choice we make,


Creating worlds, both wondrous and for goodness' sake.
With careful hands, and hearts both clear and bright,
Let's weave a future, filled with love and light. Let's choose the threads, the colors we embrace,
And shape a world, where technology finds its place,
Not as a master, but a friend to hold our hand,
To build a future, where all can understand

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