by Kris Fuller
I’m home with mom and it’s kind of cool,
But, it’s also sad, since I miss school.
I like to help when she cleans and cooks,
And with the baby, I read books.
Sometimes, it fun and I like it here,
But in my stomach I have one small fear.
I wonder if my friends miss me at all.
...sometimes they don’t answer when I call.
Are they doing quarantine, at home every day?
Or are they out together: build, bike, play?
I hope they don’t forget me -I think about them lots.
This is the thing that hurts my heart, these lonely, lonely thoughts.