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“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell, Don’t say no again.”
My son has named ev’ry horse on the carousel.
“We will go soon!”, I promised but I don’t know when.
“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell.”

“Lots of people are sick; just how long we can’t tell.
The park is all closed up, no one is allowed in;
and we have to stay in our house for a long spell.”

“H-O-R-S-E”  spells Mikey with a big grin.
I play music as he rides rocky horse, Cowbell.
Lifting a sleepy boy, I hear him whisperin' 
“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell."

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With the passage of years, we'll be able to freeze,
to kill the threat of COVID-19 and its fears.
Note Mike will still smile when he hears calliopes
with the passage of years.

Bear in mind, e-lessons we'll learn on new frontiers;
the strengths we'll gain connecting as close families.
How Face-Time helps victims to cope, shedding good tears.

Praising those who man hospitals and groceries;
remembering those who've died all across these spheres.
Thanking God for new medicines and expertise
with the passage of years. 

written March 28, 2020

Contest: Quarantine Poems
Hostess:  Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

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