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.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC
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.
if more ppl would get the vaccine we might beat this . war. Of covid 19
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