A sprinkle of hope
When I looked outside my window,
Onto the usually crowded lane,
I saw that there was no one outside,
And I knew that times had changed.

I’m not allowed to see my friends,
And the school grounds I no longer roam,
I don’t go to visit my grandparents each week,
Instead, I stay at home.

The streets are dark and lonely,
There’s nothing in the shops,
We’re all waiting in anticipation,
For coronavirus to stop.

Every Thursday, at 8 o’clock,
We clap for the NHS,
I watch my parents cry a little,
I do too sometimes, I confess.
I hear all over the news,
About the hundreds of thousands of deaths,
And of all the unfortunate people,
Who have taken their final breaths.

We sit down to watch Boris,
At 5 o’clock PM,
And my parents both get ready,
For some bad news yet again.
But secretly behind my back,
I have my fingers crossed,
Because I refuse to believe,
That all hope here is lost.

I know that very soon indeed,
We'll be allowed out again,
The school grounds I will roam again,
And I'll be with my best friends.

I’ll give my grandparents the biggest hug,
And I'll visit them each week,
And soon the whole of the great wide world,
Will be free of the coronavirus peak.

For now I'll stick to the conditions,
I'll find a way to cope,
I know that we can do it,
With a sprinkle of worldwide hope.

A poem written by Eva, aged 10.