How Much More Can We Take
Tuesday, March 10th, 2020, my daddy’s birthday.
I am anticipating next week with happiness.
Spring break! A whole week off for students and teachers.
I am one of them. We will be off this Friday, March 13th.
Friday the Thirteenth! A happy day for us, right?
Wednesday, March 11th, 2020. We are all excited.
Everyone is happy and eager about the upcoming break.
Two of my friends are retiring. I just found out.
I cannot imagine coming back without them next year.
Thursday, March 12th, 2020, 5:30 p.m.
An unexpected automatic message comes in from the school district.
All teachers and students can take Friday the Thirteenth off work.
Due to the Covid 19 virus. I have no idea what this is, but I am thrilled.
We are off for a week and a day!
Friday, March 13th, 2020. I wake up realizing I get eight days off in a row!
What to do first? I am thrilled. Painting, writing poems, cartooning.
I am a whirlwind of happiness.
Wednesday December 2nd, 2020.
It has been eight months and a half now.
My friends have retired. We were not able to give them a proper good bye.
I have had to learn an insane amount of computer programs new to me.
I am seeing my classes online, which is not nearly the same as in person.
My joyous Friday the Thirteen ended up being the start of something horrible.
I do not remember hearing the word pandemic before now.
How much more can we take? Unsure.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
