Dream

Over the hill and far away it's what I dream of every day to wander here and there at will instead I stay at home and still... the day will come and out I'll go I only hope it's before the snow... begins to fall and the fields are white don't let it be that long-this virus we fight my patience now is wearing thin tired of sitting at home it's such a sin... to moan and complain while others suffer but to see my kid's- well I am a mother It won't be long of that I am sure and I'll be heading out that door.