Dinah the Grama-Saur

Dinah the Grama-Saur

Technology Archaeology

My name is Dinah,

I’m a Grama-Saur.

You ask, “What’s that?”

So, I’ll tell you more.

Like a dinosaur,

I’m pretty darn old.

I don’t know much,

Or so I am told.

I have a family.

The love of my life.

Children, grandchildren.

I’m a mother and wife.

Here’s my dilemma.

See what you think.

Have you heard of extinction?

Well, my brain’s on the brink.

When I was born,

There were few electronics.

Now everything today,

Is Super Sonic!

Slowly, as I aged,

Life became “high tech.”

When I sit at my computer,

I turn into a wreck!

Along comes a grandchild,

To show me the way.

I’m so grateful they try,

When they should be at play.

Sitting right at my side,

With a mouse and a screen,

Looking blank into space,

Not quite sure what I’ve seen…

“Press this key and that.

Don’t hit the delete!”

I’ve had quite enough,

As I get to my feet.

Off to the kitchen,

For coffee and a snack.

I feel kinda foolish.

Should I even go back?

I know my little helper,

Is doing their best.

But I don’t understand!

Gosh, I hope there’s no test.

I sit back in my chair,

Patient, I must be.

For the best part of this,

Is they’re sitting by me.

So, grandchild and I,

Get back to the chore,

Of teaching technology,

To this old Grama-Saur.

Wish me luck…