When I was a child, half a century ago

books, playing outside, and my sister

provided respite from a scary world.

Time passed.

I, and my coping skills, grew.

I thought I needed respite less.

 

Time passed.

The worlds continued to shift.

COVID visits and I remember.

Books, being outside, and connecting to people I love.

Havens of safeness

Still.

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