Tears add up in inches of rain…
from financial and health forms of pain…
The coronavirus makes us
prisoners of our own homes,
and we feel stir crazy and all alone
because we long for change and healing
as we stare out the window and up at the ceiling… All we have to look forward to is Spring
where life may begin again and we will sing
songs of joy with the birds flying low
when this crisis comes to an end
we’ll rejoice and hug our friends.
I sit in my house dreaming of Spring.
I imagine what more April Showers will bring
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