Author: maiamom

I’d like to Honor my Favorite Fan.

She says: “You can do what you think you can”.

She’s pretty and kind and she’s also smart.

I give her my thanks with all my heart.

Life must be hard for Bunnies living out on city streets.

I know they can’t be choosy ‘bout just where they get their eats.

But, in the Spring, I really hope they’ll listen to my pleas:

Eat whatever else you want, but, pass on my Sweet Peas!

As soon as my head hits my Costco pillow,

I just go out like a light.

Some people worry and toss and turn,

but I am out for the night.

When these Virus Days are over

and again we get to go,

I’m afraid I won’t be going,

but right now I just don’t know.

I’ll be a good bit older

by the time this Virus ends.

I’ll be too old to travel….

and so will all my friends!

I broke my long, long fingernail

and therein lies a painful tale.

It broke across, beneath the quick.

Now it hurts like the Very Old Nick!

Dry mouth and a sweaty palm!

I fear my Ode doth not becalm.

My plan was just to bring her cheer.

Alas, it seems to bring her fear….

I love to shop at Trader Joe’s

 in the hours from 8 to 9.

The store is nearly empty.

There’s almost never a line.

The carts are sanitized and bright.

(I guess they wash them overnight).

Friendly staff grab from the shelf

items I can’t reach myself.

Other stores are bigger

so they carry lots more stuff.

But, for the basics that I need,

TJ’s has just enuf.

I wish that I could travel.

I would fly to foreign lands.

I would see exotic places.

I would walk on golden sands.

I’d drive across the country.

I’d explore our Eastern shores.

But, since I still am Virus Bound,

I’ll just stay home, indoors.

The world’s a very different place

from the world I always knew.

I suppose that everyone who ages

finds that to be true.

It’ s not that things were better –

we had our troubles then.

But somehow I could “get it”.

Somehow I fitted in.

To celebrate your Birthday,

I’d like to bake a cake.

I’d like to throw a party.

I’d like to grill a steak.

But, in these times of Virus

I will simply send a card.

I hope you’re home and quiet,

maybe working in your yard.

And when the Dreaded Virus ends,

I’ll take you out to lunch,

with an entrée that’s quite special,

and perhaps some champagne punch.