Sometimes frustration gets the better of me
because I’m stuck doing geography
in a language I don’t fully understand
instead of writing poetry.
Sometimes I write poetry in the bathroom.
Sometimes I long to be alone a little while, with no demands on me.
I wonder why the children are climbing the walls, running round the house
in circles, spiralling, spilling
toys all over the floor.
Then the youngest turns to me
and smiles and, laughs and runs to me
and as I take him in my arms, although he doesn’t say the words
I hear him say to me
‘We’re locked down too, Mama.’
© Experimentsinfiction 2020, All Rights Reserved
This poem is dedicated to all the children who have had to endure periods of lockdown this year. It’s easy for the adults to complain, but we have resources for dealing with our situation. Children have boundless energy and curiosity: they ought to be outdoors enjoying playtime with their friends, and having fun.