Author: maiamom

I’ve got a lot of Sweet Pea Seed.

I can grow more Sweet Peas than I need.

I have enuf Sweet Pea seed to share…

to make Sweet Pea gardens everywhere.

So, if I have a Friend in Need,

I’ll send a packet of Sweet Pea seed.

I’m studying the Globe.  It’s a Wonder to Me.

So many new and different countries I see.

They once were This.  Now they’re That.

No wonder I can’t tell Just Where They’re At!

So many countries have changed their name….

The Geography I learned is Not the Same.

The Everett sky is filled with smoke.

It smells.  It’s not enuf to choke.

I woke in the night:  is the house on fire?

Across the mountains, it must be dire.

I’m really feeling quite Perverse.

My brain has gone from Bad to Worse.

The diagnosis is short and terse:

My brain has Corona Virus Curse.

I have an unfeigned appetite.

Somehow it does not feel quite right.

I’d like an appetite restrained,

one genteel and quite contained.

Instead, in this time of the Dreaded Virus,

I’ve contracted COVID Eating-Itis.

This Eating-Itis, pound for pound,

is a Very Bad Thing that’s going around.

I was pushing my cart through QFC—

Yes, Grumpy-Grocery Shopping Me—

when I espied on a very top shelf –

a delight!  I couldn’t believe myself!—

a treat I search for near and far –

a Whidbey Island Ice Cream Bar!

And here’s the PS to my tale:

My Ice Cream Bar was also on sale!

My fertile brain just skips around….

can’t hold a thought…can’t settle down.

My brain picks up another thought…

mulls it over…gets overwrought.

My brain won’t focus, though I tell it to “Hush!”

My brain’s got Corona Virus Mush.

Today I crossed the Boulevard.

Getting across is always hard.

I step right out and devoutly pray

that I’ll live to walk another day.

The ubiquitous Black Spot is in my roses!

I am troubled…Yea, Alarmed!…about the problem this poses.

I didn’t have the fungus any time in this long summer.

Now it’s popping up everywhere.  What a Bummer!

The season’s drawing to an end.  I don’t know what to do.

I guess I’ll clean out all the flower beds….

then wait till Winter’s through!

Two drivers stopped for me today

to help me cross the street.

I was totally astonished!

I nearly fainted on my feet!

I’ve lived here over forty years

and traffic rarely stops.

Cars usually just roll on by,

including Everett cops.

For one who’s 86 years old

it’s really rather hard

to navigate the hazards

and to cross the Boulevard.

So, I thank them for their kindness

and their simple courtesy.

Their quiet act of safety

really meant a  lot to me.