Pandemic Classmates
The little girl does her homework
on the dining room table
now her classroom.
The virus has made her housebound, lonely,
aching for companionship other than Cousin Kay,
who stays with her while Mom works.
Missing school despite the playground politics,
papers returned to her scarred with red ink ,
teacher breath reeking of coffee.
She lines up erasers shaped like kittens
and teddy bears and baseballs.
She names them, offers them graham crackers
smeared with peanut butter and marshmallow fluff.
They are her pandemic classmates.
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Imagination saves us all, does it not..! I love the way you paint the picture of how the child creates her classroom! Thank you for your poem!
What Ann said! You have done a great job depicting the isolation children felt.
Beautiful and sad all at the same time. A wonderful poem!
So true! Kids are still recovering from the isolation…