A poem from Carmen

  • 18 Mar 2020 08:48
    Message # 8838985
    Caroline Thonger (Administrator)

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    For the time being

    We are fine, they say, for the time being.

    Enough food in the pantry, the prescriptions filled,

    No need to go out of the house, 

    Except to let the dog run in the yard.

     

    Our road has fallen silent, we can hear the trees

    Near the river, it feels like a long Sunday

    But without the church. There is plenty of time

    To watch the trees bloom. When was the last time?

     

    The elderly are used to sitting the days. 

    But we are also fine, the younger ones, for the time

    Being. We have time to play with our children,

    Bake, wash the curtains, and make love again, finally!

     

    Now that the shelves at the shops are empty

    And the parking lots are drive-through

    Testing labs, we have time to pray

    For those who are dying in the hospitals.

     

    We pray the nurses will stay healthy through 

    Extended working shifts. We pray the doctors

    Get a good night sleep before they fight to grip life

    Slipping through their hands, for the time being.

     

    In other countries many sing from their balconies

    To cheer each other up through so much dying,

    We call, check in, reassure, and smile 

    From a distance, hoping: for the time being.

     

     

    March 15, 2020

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    https://carmenbugan.wordpress.com/2020/03/17/for-the-time-being/


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