Author: maiamom

Garden Lament

I wish I had a chainsaw!

I wish that I were strong!

I wish I could cut branches

that are big and thick and long.

I wish I could lift compost bags

and potting soil and such.

I’d like to be much stronger.

Is that Asking Too Much?

My garden keeps me busy.

There’s always more to do.

I weed and mow and prune and sow

and crow ‘bout what I grew!

The upside is surprising.

It’s been a plus for me.

My Corona Virus garden

is good Virus Therapy.

My refrigerator developed a

most peculiar smell.

Something inside it isn’t

doing so well.

Cleaning the kitchen’s

not high on my list.

So, I’ll ignore it unless

the odors persist.

It’s the Corona Virus Shuffle with

your grocery shopping cart.

Find stuff that’s cutely hidden

while you stay six feet apart.

Don’t forget to wear your

Covid Nineteen mask.

It’s easier if you write down

ev’ry single task.

Missed an item as you passed?

You must start back at Go.

Shopping aisles are now one way –

you can’t go to and fro.

Check out lines are dicey.

Diff’rent rules in every store.

Watch your list quite closely

since you can’t go back for more.

Sanitize your hands and cart.

Be careful how you cough.

Be sure you’re safely in your car

before your mask comes off.

I’d like to go to Florida and lay out in the sun.

I’d like to go to Disneyland and have a little fun.

I’d like to go to Egypt and look around with Awe.

Or, maybe find a tiny place that no one ever saw.

I’d like to go to Canada – it’s close enough to drive.

But, I am in my living room.  Stay Home.  Stay Safe.  Stay Alive.

The Virus continues its deadly pace.

Tens of thousands have lost the race.

Really, is it too much to ask

that EVERYONE just pull on a mask?

My furniture is battered.

The sofa’s getting worn.

The blanket binding’s splitting.

The carpets are forlorn.

The fixtures are so retro

stores don’t sell them anymore.

My hats and shoes and handbags should be

whisked right out the door.

But, if I rush around, and, in a frenzy, I replace

all the things I’m used to….

it just wouldn’t be my space!

My hair is growing long and limp.

I can’t see out my eyes.

Pretty soon I guess I’ll be

a Pirate in Disguise!

My cute Corona Mask will not stay hooked around my ears.

It flaps around, and hits the ground, and then it disappears.

And then the whole wide world can see my naked, unmasked face.

There I am … Unmasked! ….A Virus-Based Disgrace.

My new Year’s Resolution

is simply to survive.

I’ll really be quite focused:

Stay Home.  Stay Safe.  Stay Alive.