Mommy, Let's Go Ride Maxwell

two roundels “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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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