WarriorCarryingWater
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life
150+ days in quarantine
But who’s really counting?
My poor kid is for sure!
With no end in site, can she endure even more?
Oh, the places we can’t go
How many more bubbles can we blow?
Walks around the neighborhood, games, books, puzzles, crafts, math, and TV
Mommy’s an essential worker, so at home it’s just her and me!
Five months on ‘virtual’ house arrest
Is like 18 months full of Saturday’s and Sunday’s, no jest!
(My 600th poem on PoetryVibe - 7/29/20)
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mlowe5 says: Congratulations, Sir! May your daughter and all our offsprings of coming generations continue to be enlightened by your unique way of pending Ourstory! Peace and Love, mlowe5. |
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The Immortal Wize says: Congrats on your second ruby💯💯💯💯💯💯💪🾠|
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Thanks mlowe5 and The Poet Wize! |
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jlmoore2 says: Congratulations! You have the gift of words. Your COVID-19 poems will be something that will chronicle this odd moment in time. Thanks for sharing your gift. |
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