Chasm – KensView

Under the specter of a world now still,
A grandfather’s voice and granddaughter’s will
Yearn to bridge a chasm, very steep and vast—
Amid the pandemic, a love steadfast.
Through windows, their smiles meet within sight,
Distantly tethered with all their might.
His stories, a balm, pass through the screen;
Her laughter, so dear, brightens the scene.
Where hands would clasp, now gestures make do,
Hugs postponed, held in memory’s glue.
His gentle touch is a whisper of the past,
Hers, an evanescence, though the feelings last.
In the moment, they share their hearts’ refrain
Of hopes and dreams, despite the clear strain.
“Soon,” he promises, “we’ll cross this divide
And meet face-to-face, sit here side-by-side.”