Orange and pink hues of sunset
are nowhere...rain pours
trees are talking, leaves are fighting
the violent wind...the shutting of doors
and windows startle...and disturb

no more candle lights on the altar...prayers
have been said, tinged with whispers and
hushed giggles...the tingling of china and
silverware float in the air...the radio is off,
no more worrisome news.....what's left is,

a soothing feeling....the cool wind
makes the curtains dance...a sweet
silence breathes outside my room...both feet are
flexing...relaxing on the bed....waiting for

midnight...to end another virus-stamped day,
the rainy dark comes with a sacred stillness,
we're not over the woods, yet...but, it would be
nice to hear about less, and more:  a decline
in cases, a flat curve...a rise in recoveries...a cure,
a vaccine would disable the claws of the
evil virus......meanwhile, we keep the faith,  
as we wait...and look forward
to........better days...
>-<
tomorrow is another day.
>-<


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 15, 2020

I don't know about their kind
But I surely know mine.
I will start from the beginning
Leaving nothing behind .

Seeing me failing ,upsets him
But seeing me not trying, angers him
He doesn't want me to repeat his mistakes,
To see me succeed he is willing to do everything it takes.

He is not perfect
Not even close to it
Well parenting is tough isn't it ?

He has made some mistakes
But had pure intentions
It's his job to be strong and hide his emotions.

Well that's just it ,
His mistakes are neglected
His anger is deflected
Because his love is so purely reflected