After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each other too.
During Christmas, many of you shared your home’s Christmas decor which gave us another glimpse of you. I enjoyed that so much that I want to continue putting forth ways for us to connect. If you have a personal story that you would want to share please send it to me at
coreyamaro@aol.com
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Shared Story Number 3
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A Cautionary Tale
A year or two ago (good grief, has it been that long?)
The world shut down
No cars. Quiet. We all stopped for a breath.
People walk on every street. Only the brave worked
A virus had come along and the world went berserk
Zoom became our normal.
Couldn’t ever wear my formal,
Attire.
We kept singing and hoping
While all the scientists kept groping,
For a cure
I told myself I was ok. I worked. I sewed. And baked
Bread
I tried to be positive but failed miserably on some days
I seemed to be filled with a sense of
Dread.
No daughter or sons came to visit
Friends gingerly stepped onto the deck
But didn’t hug
We went out but masked up so we could only see eyes
Most of us just shrugged and told ourselves lies.
We were ok.
People began to see a conspiracy
And blamed the government for keeping us down
It was all a big hoax and we were fools to believe
That’s when I began to get a permanent frown
And then, it opened up again.
We got together and sang
Our poor rusty voices got well oiled
And the walls rang
As our voices lifted higher
And higher
We performed. We smiled. Some of us hugged
We were in tears to hear us together
And we managed a concert outdoors
In great weather.
The fall came along and it didn’t seem as serious
So we sang once more to the joy of us all
Then, obstacles once more came into our lives
And part of me is just furious
But, I dance, and I sing, and talk with my friends
And best of all my daughter
I even do yoga, Qigong, and the like
And take time in the day to ride on my bike.
And one day, my sisters we will manage to sing
Together again we will hear voices ring
In the church and the halls and even outside
This too shall pass, said my mother to me.
I believe her my friend. Let’s pray and see
Susan Worrel
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