the clouds role in, the fog and rain wraps around me,
I listen to distant music, I miss a Friend I miss my Son,
I miss my Mom who has moved on to her next journey.
People  fight! people die. Tears drop and I cry.
Numbers grow
each day. Wish there was a way to win
this covid war.  It seems to take  a stand.  
  Every day this battle that mankind is fighting
is getting bad. I Wish I  could talk to Mom and Dad
so I just look to the sky and pray.

2019
November 24th
bye Lyn Stebbins.