Letters

(While having lunch at the kitchen counter, my granddaughter told me that she had written a poem, which I am allowed to share with you.)

I prowl my confines

And go to the edge of the invisible lines

That mark my boundaries

That I cannot cross.

I am like a tiger pacing my cage

Growing restless

Impatient

Reckless.

I wait

Becoming hungry for the outside world

A world in which

Everything I know

Every place I go

Is in lockdown.

My world has become

A world filled with fear

A world trapped with loneliness

A world brimming with changes.

As our world is learning

So are we

Gaining a new point of view.

And changing

Always changing.

(By Sasha Gogolin, age 10.)

Maria Lacoste

Southampton