It took me six years from when we moved from Jerusalem to the US, but, thanks to the pandemic, I finally wrote my first poem in English. I was so excited the day I submitted it, not able to sleep the whole night awaiting the response from my third-grade son’s English teacher.
“Did she write a comment in Google Classroom yet?” I asked my son, repeatedly.
“Yes,” he finally answered not moving his eyes from Fortnite, “she really loved it, especially your line with the bees buzzing in the spring. We need to write another poem for tomorrow, something with metaphors and similes.”
“Did she write a comment in Google Classroom yet?” I asked my son, repeatedly.
“Yes,” he finally answered not moving his eyes from Fortnite, “she really loved it, especially your line with the bees buzzing in the spring. We need to write another poem for tomorrow, something with metaphors and similes.”
Source : The Perils of Lockdown Living
