She's never known a world that wasn't so.
We are the only faces she has seen
And for a while we're all she'll ever know.
She knows the sun from windows, mostly, though
By our good fortune, we possess a yard
And so we go outside. But she will grow
Fearful of others--even (this is hard)
Her own grandparents. Everything is marred
By COVID. She ought to be with people, but
The people are the threat from which we guard.
She's learning things--but I can't be sure what
And every day I worry she'll be sure
That this is normal, even with a cure.
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