Swish, Swish, Swish goes the washer,
I listen to that often through the months gone by…
Home everyday, sometimes stir crazy, sometimes lazy…
…Even some days I just want to cry.
Pulling myself together, I get on my feet and pace the floor,
When will it be safe to go mask-less in the store?
I pray for families who have lost loved ones,
This “virus” is wicked–sometimes like a demon.
We press on, though, pushing forward, staying positive,
Fighting through trying times–we want to live.
‘Been about six months now, sheltering in place.
We haven’t seen much family. I miss seeing my mom’s face.
It’s sad watching my spouse as he, too, misses home,
But we are together in this; Really never alone.
Wherever or whoever you might be,
This is truly making history.
It’s a very small world–no room to hate,
So whatever you or I do, let’s be a little more kind to each other. Let’s celebrate!
The swish of the washer has stopped.
I look forward to hearing the swish of the basketball net soon,
But for now, I will press on while I press clothes,
And I will continue to pray and ponder, while I play another tune.
Be safe, be well, Wow what a story each of us has to tell! xo
Submitted by Rebecca Roberts, Alameda County – Pleasanton.