Social distance,
Stay in the house!
All that changes,
The shape of my couch,
I ate all  my snacks,
They went too quick,
Tonight, I'll binge more netflix,
I don't dare complain,
Thank God....I am fine,
God bless Cuomo and our frontline.

The music was much more,
When you had nothing to say
So, whether I read or not,
I interpreted anyway,
Such a thrill it was,
Amazed I sat in the dark
So many shades of gray!
Then talkies broke our hearts

BLCostello©2021

the music gets really loud
I say quieten down,
floating's not my style
but I don't want to drown,

the waves get too rough
The surface slips away,
limbs that've had enough
in the depths she longs to stay

She is 82,
Mark the date
No family left to celebrate,
Just a son who seldom calls
"2 years he hasn't remembered at all"
"It doesn't matter, his job is hard",
Sometime this month she'll get a card,
signed with love and sealed with a kiss
It reminds her she's old,
and of the day he missed

thank you for also being sad

and how can you know true love
when true love faded in the past