I want to go home, the tired child whines
and his mother silently agrees—
though she doesn’t want to encourage his bellyaching.
Her sore feet shuffle their complaints and her back groans assent,
her hips remembering wearily how they have stretched five times
to cradle five small hearts.
Home, the child knows, is rest and food
comfort and consolations for all the woes he can imagine—
a warm bed to burrow in with a good book.
He doesn’t even fathom the blessings of roof and walls
for he cannot imagine life without them.
Without electric light and water flowing from the taps
every time he carelessly turns them.
His thoughts cannot comprehend an empty pantry,
refrigerator like a tomb, or home vanished like the shifting clouds
that play upon the pond.
Nor does she think about it— much.
But homeward her heart yearns to
an empty chair where she can put up
her feet for a while before the kitchen
calls her into service.
Simcha Fisher has started a drawing challenge to get us through the time of quarantine. #withdraw2020
Here are the rules:
1. Draw something every day.
2. Use the daily prompts (literally or as inspiration), or just draw whatever you want.
3. Any medium is fine, as long as it’s your own work.
4. Share it on social media and tag it #withdraw2020.
That’s it! As you shall see when you see my stuff, you don’t have to be an accomplished artist. If you miss a day, just pick up the next day.
I didn’t really have time to sit and draw. Ok, I’ll be honest I sketched something out and hated the way it came out. But, someone suggested that the prompts could easily be poetry prompts. So I decided to go that route today.
Ben, Anthony, and Lucy all decided to participate too. They whipped out their sketchbooks. And then they each dictated some lines of poetry for me to write down for them. Sadly, my computer lost their poems when the word processor crashed. But their words directly inspired mine. So here is my poem and their drawings. Maybe you’d like to join us?
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