Author: maiamom

The sky is clear and sunny. 

Possession Sound’s bright blue.

Roses are growing green at the tips.

Crocus is pushing through.

When I look out my window,

it feels like a usual day.

It doesn’t feel like tragedy

is lurking a step away.

Then I flip on the daily news, and

start to hear the day’s reviews…

I’m nearly afraid to draw a breath ‘cause

the news just scares me half to death.

The Robos are all calling.

I’m afraid to leave my door.

They say:  The Sky is Falling!

My whole world is Safe No More!

The Sheriff’s men are on their way!

I’m about to lose my Credit!

The IRS has garnished me!

Oh, Woe!  They’ve surely said it!

They want my credit cards, my checks,

my password and PIN number.

Their demands pound in so ceaselessly

I feel my brain go numb-er.

I must share with them my assets.

I must send them all my cash.

I must reveal my secret numbers

that lay bare my hidden stash!

There ought to be a Stop to This.

There Ought to Be a Law!

(I especially hate the middle aged men

who plaintively say,  “Grandma?”)

There has to be a way to end

harassment via phone.

Avast, Ye Hearty Varmints!

Just Leave MY Phone Alone!

I’m getting lots of Robo Calls.

I wish they’d get the Virus!

The only purpose Robos serve is

to Irritate and Rile Us.

They say that Punxutawney Phil is

forecasting once again.

I don’t know the weather where He’s at,

But, here, it continues to Rain.

I’d rather think of Rainbows

than to ponder the daily news.

The Rainbows lift my heart and soul.

The news just seems to confuse.

The year we lived out on the farm

was a year of isolation.

It was a year of doing without,

a year of deprivation.

But we made it through

and so we know

 that life has a steady

ebb and flow.

Then, it was the end of the War.

Now, it’s the Virus fear.

We just go forward with the faith

that we’ll see a better year.