I’m starting to dream
of my second vaccine
and a possible end to despair.
The first thing I”ll do
I can sure promise you
is take care of my Pirate-y Hair!
I’m starting to dream
of my second vaccine
and a possible end to despair.
The first thing I”ll do
I can sure promise you
is take care of my Pirate-y Hair!
There’s a Winter Storm Warning in effect.
It’s shivering cold outside.
If it gets any colder—
Well, what the heck!
I’ll jump neath my covers and hide!
Each day we wake.
Each day we rise.
Each day we strive again
to do the very best we can
for ourselves and our fellow men.
We wash our hands and we wear a mask.
We keep our Social Distance.
We do all the things
we know we should
at the CDC’s insistence.
We stay alive. We try to survive.
We keep our COVID bubble.
We live a simple lifestyle as
we stay out of COVID trouble.
The days turned in to weeks and months.
The months became a year.
The vaccines bring a ray of hope.
Still we live in COVID fear.
To All My Friends in Genealogy Book Club: February Meeting
It’s time to meet with our little bunch
and share our February lunch.
It’s time to visit and talk and chatter
and check on all the things that matter.
But we’re still wrapped in Virus Fear…
…so we’ll miss our Valentine’s this year.
We’ll all be safe and hunkered down.
We’ll check again when March comes ‘round!
Love, Marianna
Winter has fin’ly made it here.
Chill nips at ears and nose.
Canada Cold has dropped our way.
It’s freezing our little toes!
One ray of hope
has trickled through.
There aren’t as many
deaths from Flu.
It’s been a year
since I cut my hair.
I’ve lived in
Hair-Induced Despair.
As soon as I get my
second vaccine…
I’ll find a Salon!
I’ll feel like a Queen!
Everyday problems.
Everyday woes.
Everyday worries…
I can handle those.
Everyday crises.
Everyday fears….
I’ve learned to manage
them over the years.
Violent protests.
Presidential hate.
Closed economy.
Zooming death rate…..
These are the problems
of the modern day.
Does anyone really
know their way?
I’m alone in the house with
Five Dozen Cookies.
They’re the cookies I like the best.
To be in a house with
Five Dozen Cookies
is about the Ultimate Test.
Will I persist or just give in?
Can I resist the lure?
Can I turn from bold temptation?
Are my eating habits pure?
I’m still in a house with
Four Dozen Cookies.
I’m afraid I failed the test.
These cookies are my fav’rite ones…
They’re the ones I like the best.