My hair is growing down the back of my neck.
I feel like a Baboon.
I’m watching for other Suspicious Signs.
I hope this Virus ends soon.
My hair is growing down the back of my neck.
I feel like a Baboon.
I’m watching for other Suspicious Signs.
I hope this Virus ends soon.
May blessings fall on you today
like snowflakes in a storm.
May they surround and comfort you
and keep you safe and warm.
Today I’m baking cookies.
It’s a friendly thing to do.
You get the fun of mixing them,
and, then, you eat them, too.
My Seahawks’ sign is lighted
and I’m hoping for the best.
What the Hawks will do in action
is most anybody’s guess.
Sometimes they win. Sometimes they lose.
Their fate seems destined to confuse.
I hope they’ll play with skill and zest…
but, really, it is any one’s guess.
Each day’s a time for happiness.
Each day’s a time to sow.
Each day’s a time for blessings.
Each day’s a time to grow.
The sun is rising over Cascade peaks,
turning the gloom to light.
It’s waking us up to another day,
chasing away the night.
In every waking minute,
another American dies.
In every sleeping minute,
another American dies.
The virus is relentless.
The toll continues to rise.
Seconds tick to minutes.
Another American dies.
May blessings rain on you today
like petals from the skies.
May joy await your every step
and bring you sweet surprise.
I’ve lighted a candle for you today
and pray you God’s Blessing in every way.
I have Corona Virus hair.
Long, and lank….a Straggly Affair.
But, no one comes.
I go no where.
So, no one sees my COVID hair.