Creeping closer and closer,
this vicious virus shakes me to the core.
I pray that this will soon go away and
that my boy will stay healthy and strong.
The news is bad and depressing,
never anything good.
I miss my family of people,
those loving bear hugs,
that awesome high five.
How many times can I sit
and watch another movie?
I grab the blue bucket of legos
and dream I’m on a spaceship
flying to a faraway place,
where there is no virus and
it’s safe to go wherever you want.
My house is too quiet.
I can hear the refrigerator running.
I wish the phone would ring.
I venture out once a day,
just to hear someone’s voice,
look at something different.
I listen to the birds chirping in the trees,
the geese quacking down the path.
The sun feels good
nourishing my thirsty soul.
A light breeze tickles
the sweat pellets on my neck.
I find myself walking now
with a spring to my step,
a smile on my face,
a song in my heart.
I laugh as my spirit lifts.
I return home energized.
Taking a moment to write a few letters,
sending prayers of good health and cheer.