I’ve become a Long-Haired Hippie
at the age of eighty-six.
It’s really Not Becoming.
I’m in Something of a Fix.
I’ve never, ever worn Long Hair.
Now, Hair is Flying Everywhere!
Now, my Hair’s Beyond Repair.
I’ve Corona Virus Hair Despair.
I’ve become a Long-Haired Hippie
at the age of eighty-six.
It’s really Not Becoming.
I’m in Something of a Fix.
I’ve never, ever worn Long Hair.
Now, Hair is Flying Everywhere!
Now, my Hair’s Beyond Repair.
I’ve Corona Virus Hair Despair.
I’m sending you a Blessing
for comfort, health, and peace.
I’m sending you a Blessing
to put your heart at ease.
The Virus is relentless—
dread numbers on the rise.
In every passing minute,
another American dies.
The dentist wants to see me.
I don’t want to go.
Isn’t the Virus a reason to skip?
The dentist just says: No.
The forecast is for rain today.
Yesterday, we had rain.
It’s supposed to rain tomorrow.
And then, it will rain again.
The columns of death are rising.
There’s a long, dark road ahead.
The numbers shake the heart and soul:
a quarter million dead.
We’ve had a lot of dogs
through the course of the years.
They’ve mainly brought friendship.
They’ve brought a few tears.
They’ve all been different –
as we knew they would.
But, they all have loved, and,
they’ve tried to be good.
I’m thinking today
of Cheryl’s dog, Spot.
Small in size. Big in heart.
A quivering bundle of energy.
Loyal and true as she could be.
Two black bunnies sit in the rain
and nibble at my grass.
Stone still. Ears stiff. A little twitch…
eyes watch me as I pass.
Our Book says I’m the hostess
for our next upcoming meeting.
So, I thought I’d plan to clean a bit,
and think on what we’re Eating.
But, Our Guv just put the Kibosh on
our luncheon in December.
This year of 2020
is a time we’ll all remember!
I send my love to each of you,
with wishes for Health and Fun.
I know we’ll get together again
in Twenty-Twenty-One.