The weather this spring has been strange,
No matter where you make your home.
I think it mirrors the changing face,
Of the pandemic as we stay – mostly alone.
Some days I’m fine and enjoy the free time,
Other days, I’m unhinged, no purpose in mind.
I’m thankful some progress has been made,
And that people are unusually kind.
I see on the news where folks donate food,
And their blood and their time–all is good.
I try to help wherever I can,
Just as I know my friends would.
If I was in need of comforting words,
Was ill or had suffered a fall.
I know I have family who’d come to my side,
And friends who would answer my call.
I pray for those who do not have a lifeline,
When rains create gloomy scenes.
It’s then I am thankful for the frontline workers,
Who fill in for loved ones seen only on screens.