An egg is fast and
micro-wavable.
Splash, crack and zap
and it’s on the table.
An egg is fast and
micro-wavable.
Splash, crack and zap
and it’s on the table.
Today I went out in the sun
to plant my Sweet Pea seeds.
I scraped away the moss and leaves
and pulled up winter’s weeds.
I got my Sweet Peas planted–
an early rite of Spring!
I can hardly wait for all the joy
my blooming Sweet Peas bring.
The trend is heading downward–
daily death rate’s not so high.
But, still for 1300, yesterday was
their time to die.
Tonight a gentle lullaby
drifts softly in my ear.
Its gentle note’s a still refrain
until sweet dreams appear.
Some folks want a world that’s
growing wider, growing taller.
I seem to like my world the best
when it is growing smaller.
Life seems to be the best for me
in my own neighborhood.
Life is pretty quiet and the
folks are kind and good.
I guess my palate’s quite untrained.
I’m very fond of eating.
Most everything tastes good to me
with a bit of mixing and heating.
I feel hope rise within me.
Everything’s not quite so bleak.
The shot should be effective
in about another week.
I can plan to get my hair done.
I can have lunch with a friend.
I can do the things I used to do.
Life’s no longer at its end.
My brain’s been Feeling Shaky.
My brain’s been Quite Uncertain.
My brain is Unreliable
behind this Virus Curtain.
I hope my brain is Still Up There.
I hope that I can find it!
I hope that it will start again and
all I’ll do is rewind it.
If this were any ordinary year,
our Kati would choose us a book.
We’d read it with a thoughtful eye,
give the plot a careful look.
We’d study and we’d be prepared
to say what we thought about it.
If we didn’t like it, we’d speak up!
There’d be no doubt about it!
But this is not an ordinary year.
These times are filled with trouble.
We stay alive, we try to survive,
each in our COVID bubble.
So we look ahead to the books we’ll read
and the other things we’ll do,
and we’ll plan our next discussions
for the Year of Twenty-Two.