Dance of Virtual School
Virtual School is so not lonely.
You have Mom, Dad, student and Grandma Onley.
The adults are walking around, forgetting for sure….
That their child is on video, so we see them good and pure.
We watch grandpa scratch the back of his neck.
Then other places. I think what the heck?
I know he has no idea we are all watching his next move.
As he breaks into a dance, and gets on his groove.
The child at the computer has no idea at all of this wow.
That her grandpa is who we are watching, happily now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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