April being the cruelest month, and me being cooped up inside for what feels like my entire life, I decided that I wanted to continue writing every day after the March Slice of Life Story Challenge ended, and I wanted to write poetry. Today did not get off to an excellent start on the poetry front, as I had to do my second day of working from home instead of not working, I left the house for the first time in two weeks to pick up supplies from my school to start online teaching next week and pick up supplies from my son’s teachers so he can also start online school next week, and my cooped up 9 year old got increasingly depressed until he was so worked up at bedtime that he felt sick. So it is now 10:45pm and I am exhausted and not feeling very poetic, but I will give it a stab anyway. I am not willing to give up on the very first day!
Day Nineteen Rain dripping Spirits and skies gray Cats pacing Toys boring Learning distant Working a memory Breaks my heart to tell a child No – no ...to playdates ...to the park ...to the zoo ...to the forest ...to the playground ...to the beach ...to a hike No school, no classes, no friends, no plans How do you tell a child No to life, In order to preserve life? Please let this be an April Fool.