by Sarah, Grade 12
Dear future Sarah,
I hope you’re sitting on a soft grey couch
with a sesame bagel
and earl grey tea.
I hope you have a nice home
with a patio,
maybe a balcony.
I hope you have a pool,
two dogs,
maybe a child on the way.
I hope you’ve gotten to write stories
with everything you’ve wanted to say.
I hope if you felt uninspired,
your fire was relit
and I hope you studied writing
at a college that really fit.
As I’m writing this to you,
it’s the second of September
in the middle of a pandemic
I am sure that you remember.
I’m sure that you remember
choking back the tears
watching headlines fly
and cases rise,
confirming our worst fears.
I’m sure that you remember
what it was like to be alone,
connected to everyone and everything
by the vibrations of a phone.
I’m sure that you remember
retreating with hesitation,
not knowing when you’d be back in the world,
trying to numb the ache of isolation.
I’m sure that you remember
not realizing what it took
to evaluate your own life
and alter your outlook.
I didn’t realize I’d been living life
by what society demanded:
doing everything for others
then myself
and taking all of it for granted.
It all feels like a universal joke,
a horrible cosmic ploy,
one that forced me to reassess
what makes me happy
and brings me joy.
The pandemic has made me reflect
more than I ever would
so future Sarah,
I hope you are loved,
I hope you are happy,
and I hope that life is good.
I love this! I think this poem is something we can all relate to right now, but wow, this is really good! Great job.
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This poem epitomized what quarantine feels like, but the hope everyone continues to hold onto. This poem is amazing!!
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This was great! I love how you turned it from your hopes to how you felt during this whole spaghetti-sauce-on-the-white-couch mess! Keep up the great work!
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Woo Hoo! That was great Sarah! I know, times have been hard :(, but I hope, future Sarah will all you have dreamed for her and more 🙂
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You get it girl. Beautiful poem
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