Author: maiamom

The Virus rages upward with its deadly count.

Tragic daily losses continue to mount.

Lives flicker out as the seconds go by.

Day after day – more Americans die.

The fairies will scatter fairy dust

and sprinkle it o’er your head,

and lighten the night with moonbeams

for a cover for your bed.

I found three pieces of Halloween candy!

I scarfed them down in a flash!

Aren’t I just The Lucky One

to find such a fortunate stash?

The word of the day is:  Merrymaking—

It implies doing things with Glee.

It suggests that there are folks around

who are light-hearted company.

It evokes a diff’rent time of life –

when we weren’t all just wracked with strife.

So, I hope one day we’ll again Make Merry –

 that it’s not obsolete in the dictionary—

and we’ll find pleasure in undertaking

a grand old day of Merrymaking.

This December day is

bleak and drear.

We grind our way

through an Awful Year.

The darkest days

still lie ahead.

The future’s stark:

a year of dread.

When I go out for my walk today,

I’ll lift my face to the sky.

I’ll watch the white clouds overhead

as they silently drift by.

The virus didn’t spare us

from its wrath in these Holy Days.

The death toll keeps on rising,

keeping up its deadly ways.

I’m sending you a Rainbow

with its promise for your day.

There’ll be blue skies and sunshine

with bright hope to light your way.