(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
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.
(By Sasha Gogolin, age 10.)
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