My garden has a brand new gate,
but you can come right in.
The gate is mostly symbol:
it’s not meant to stop a friend.
My garden has a brand new gate,
but you can come right in.
The gate is mostly symbol:
it’s not meant to stop a friend.
Dr. Fauci says: It’s ending.
Says: The future’s not so bleak.
Says: There’ll still be lots of trouble
as we lurch from week to week.
Fauci says: It’s largely over,
that the worst is now behind,
that there’s light behind the shadows
and some hope can fill our mind.
Still, infections keep on rising
as new variants are found,
and it still feels pretty scary
with the risks that hang around.
It’s been two years of trouble….
months and months of dread and woe.
Schools and businesses were shuttered…
hunkered down…. no place to go.
Still, we’re coming out of darkness
from the depths of COVID night.
We can feel a little hopeful—
there may be an end in sight.
Mrs. Curry doesn’t worry
about what I don’t know.
Mrs. Curry thinks about
the ways to help me grow.
Mrs. Curry doesn’t flurry or
fly into a stew
when I’m not quick to
understand or make a math miscue.
Mrs. Curry thinks about
the usefulness of math,
and helps me find the ways that I
grow smarter on that path.
Those Pesky Rabbits are Back Again!
My tulips face Mortal Danger!
But, it’s good to have them in my yard…
Welcome Back, you Frisky Stranger!
May all the students in your class
do everything just as you ask.
And may they wait and take their turn
to demonstrate how much they learn.
And may they all with shining face
absorb the theories you embrace.
May they all grasp their math with ease
like zephyrs of a summer breeze.
And may they keep their minds on focus
avoiding yawns or hocus-pocus.
May your whole day be easy-peasy
so you can say: “Math teaching’s easy!”
Wishes and blessings and butterflies…
bright, clear days with sunlit skies…
starry nights with a chance to dream…
pixie dust to sparkle and gleam…
hope and comfort with joys that please…
May your life be full of all of these.
Butterflies and Rainbows.
Sunshine from above.
Happy days with joy that stays….
I’m sending you my love.
Queen Elizabeth is ninety-five.
That’s a lotta years to be alive.
She’s reached a ripe and full old age.
Hist’ry soon will turn a page.
We’re near a million US dead.
New deaths aren’t even news.
We’ve other things to shock us,
things to baffle and confuse.
Our attention’s moving onward.
Other crises mark our day.
The death toll from Old COVID?
It’s just all So Yesterday.
I’m Vaxxed and Boosted,
and, whaddya know?
In COVID terms,
I’m good to go.
As long as folks stay
outta my space,
I don’t even have to
cover my face.
I’ve done all the things
they told me to.
I even got shot
against the flu.
I’ll go outside and
breathe fresh air.
I’ll face the world and
see what’s there.