“Missing preschool because you’re sick. Wanting to play Friends Wally and Simon.”

Sunlight spills along my wall,  
But I’m tucked in, not at school—  
Counting stars upon the ceiling,  
Hoping soon I’ll lose this feeling  
Where my throat is thick and sore  
And I’m bored behind my door.

Crayons wait inside my box;  
My backpack slumps against the blocks.  
I hear laughter in the breeze—  
Maybe that’s recess in the trees?  
Oh, I wish that I could run  
Outside for a bit of sunny fun.

Wally’s bringing in his truck  
For show-and-tell—oh, what dumb luck!  
Simon’s probably building high—  
Towers stretching to the sky.  
Are they thinking thoughts of me  
While they have snacks and climb the tree?

I miss the shape of colored clay,  
The giggles passed at snacktime tray,  
The way we make the puzzle fit,  
The songs we sing, the mats we sit.  
But for now, I wait and rest,  
With tissues piled upon my chest.

I promise, friends, I’ll be back soon—  
Jumping, skipping, full of tune!  
Build another block for me  
And save a spot beside the tree.  
For germs will go, and then you’ll see—  
Together, we’ll make memories!

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