Thanks For Giving

This is the time of year when we sit around the table and give thanks to everyone and everything that we appreciate and lift a glass of cheer. But not this year!

This year, we are all praying for a shot. A perfect cure for the biggest crisis that this world has ever endured.  Even wars haven’t taken on the whole globe like this stupid sickness has. Whoever it is we are to accuse, bat, technician, or the cute little turkey in the picture on the left, we all need to wear a mask, keep our six foot of distance and remember to keep our hands clean. Easily the three most important things to do. Do It. These citizens who think that they are being violated need to get the heads out from under the rock. Ignorance doesn’t pass you by. You can and will cause others to die. And frankly if it were up to me, I’d (I’m sorry but) spit in their eye.

If someone tells me that I’m offending them for wearing a mask, they deserve my irritation. I have every right to protect myself and my family. If they hate their own kids, and elderly, that is their too bad.

This is the time to take care of the elderly, the poor, the hungry by giving and if that means simply wear a mask, then do it.

Doree

Happy Thanksgiving

Corvid-19 A Whole New World

Required face gear

One morning, in the month of March,

 As I eagerly dressed for school,

My Mom stopped at my door and sadly said,

“I’m sorry, but our world has proved a fool,

So for the unseen future everything is closed

Including business, stores, and schools.”

“It’s a weekday, what has changed?” I asked.

Besides my mom, who’s now deranged.

Our world was accidently exposed to

A Pandemic and death toles that constantly grows.

Schools are locked down until further advised

The world’s quarantined and her people, terrorized.

I’m a teenager, I’ll never survive

I’m made for this world, outdoors, not inside.

You can’t lock me away. I’ve got to shine

Pandemic? Say what, color me blind

How can this happen, with science and all?

We slept on the job and This Pandemic is our downfall.

Doree Anderson