Saturday, April 11, 2020

This Too Shall Pass



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.