This Too Shall Pass
Gentle clouds
Apple blossoms
Bird warbles
It should be so easy
Warm house
Close family
Plentiful food
It should be so easy
But reassuring thoughts are fleeting.
Novel virus
Not knowing
Job loss
It is so easy
No masks
Uncertainty
No cure
It is so easy
For bleak thoughts to invade.
Deep breaths
Good books
Neighborhood walks
I will try
Friend calls
Nutritious food
Consistent sleep
I will try
Because this too shall pass.
This was what I was thinking when I woke up this morning. Unlike my mother did, I do not generally write poetry. She would be so happy that I tried. And she would, also, tell me to share it with others. So in honor of National Poetry Month, there you have it.
