My Little Garden

We met in the garden one fair, sunny day. I asked where you’d been But you would not say. I asked about news from beyond the hedges. I wondered fiercely, I’d not passed its edges. I begged and I pleaded For news from outside To get answers sought Tears streaming, you cried. You told of fighting And virtual schools, Racial slighting And stay-at-home rules. I’m tempted to stay With my head in sand But I want to help And take a firm stand. Oh, little garden Stay safe and grow free Give me your promise And remember me.