I am looking at you
through a tiny hole.
It took some doing
but I dug like a mole.
I grew you some onions, some beans and some rice
and I’ve cooked them all up into something nice.
I’ve tied a basket on a string and I’m passing it through
the hole in the world that I made to reach you.
aplaceforpoetry 
This poem is great. I read it twice, and second time was even better 🙂 I like the hole idea
ha ha. Imagination and visualisation are such good ways of reaching across the miles. Want a cuppa tea?