Author: maiamom

This is the Year that Never Was.

This is the Year We Lost.

This is the year that chills our minds

with its frightful human cost.

We’re saying Good-Bye to 2020.

This was the Year of Our Sorrow.

We’re looking at 2021.

We pray things are better tomorrow.

The Mukilteo Ferry dock

has a new location just down the block.

You’ll find it! Don’t you ever fear!

It’s just a little bit East of here.

3700 Americans dead.

An “awful winter” looms ahead.

There is nothing one can do,

but watch, wait, and see it through.

May fairies sprinkle dust for you

to cloak you on your way,

with fairy dust so light your life

is brightened through this day.

The clouds are pushing down to the earth

with a cold, unfeeling gray.

They’re offering gloomy promise

for a cold December day.

The skies are weeping:  dismal and gray.

It’s another typical Northwest day.

The Virus is all I think about.

The Virus controls my mind.

In many ways the life I knew

is gone.  It’s left behind.