Two Years
Distance learning
Canvas lessons
Emotional training
PD sessions
Mother’s Alzehimers
Father’s devotion
Mother dying
Father’s seclusion
Covid restrictions
Voluntary masking
Social distancing
In class confusion
Daughter’s diagnosis
Diabetes dealing
Public unawareness
Disease unyielding
Covid testing
Quarentining
Mask wearing
Care giving
World distressing
Uncertainty festering
Decompressing
Mind needs resting
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I love this mind dump! Thank you for sharing
Thank you, it was cathartic.
Great list poem. Loved watching it unroll.
The rhymes contribute to the sense of organized chaos.
KW!!! Watchout! I the possibilities of the two in one poem. I love the fact that if you wanted, you could take the ending off as a secondary poem. I’m loving this.
I see your point. I may have to play with that. Thank you for the insight!
Thank you for sharing this poem. I feel a solid human connection, the collective personal interfacing of life rolling along in a two year stupor. Even today, shell shocked in the come back, reading this gave me some salve. I felt like I lifted up a leaf and got a sneak peek of the lives of an extended family playing out, no withholds, before my eyes. Some how it reinforced me in my shaky uncertain over guarded patterned behaviors to stay safe, yet know I’m not in this alone. Great poem!
Thank you, it has been a struggle for all of us. I’m glad this resonated with you. I’m working on appreciating every positive moment with more purpose, moving forward.
Wow! Beautifully written.