A Cheerful Charlene
I am chilling
but I do not know why.
My teeth are chattering,
I am feeling sickly.
I tell Charlene, and here is what she says....
Is it the virus?
The happy happy virus?
Do you think it is the Covid 19?
Said with a lilt in her voice.
I figure she is smiling, but I cannot see her through the phone.
Sometimes I do not need
a cheerful Charlene.
This is one of those times...
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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