Susan Worrel: Shared Stories

After many years of penning this blog, I have come to know many of you and if you have been following me and reading the comments you probably know each other too.
During Christmas, many of you shared your home’s Christmas decor which gave us another glimpse of you. I enjoyed that so much that I want to continue putting forth ways for us to connect. If you have a personal story that you would want to share please send it to me at

coreyamaro@aol.com

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Shared Story Number 3

 

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A Cautionary Tale

 

A year or two ago (good grief, has it been that long?)

The world shut down

No cars.  Quiet. We all stopped for a breath.

People walk on every street.  Only the brave worked

A virus had come along and the world went berserk

 

Zoom became our normal.

Couldn’t ever wear my formal,

Attire.

We kept singing and hoping

While all the scientists kept groping,

For a cure

 

I told myself I was ok.  I worked. I sewed. And baked

Bread

I tried to be positive but failed miserably on some days

I seemed to be filled with a sense of

Dread.

 

No daughter or sons came to visit

Friends gingerly stepped onto the deck 

But didn’t hug

We went out but masked up so we could only see eyes

Most of us just shrugged and told ourselves lies. 

We were ok.

 

People began to see a conspiracy

And blamed the government for keeping us down

It was all a big hoax and we were fools to believe

That’s when I began to get a permanent frown

 

And then, it opened up again.

We got together and sang

Our poor rusty voices got well oiled

And the walls rang

As our voices lifted higher

And higher

 

We performed.  We smiled.  Some of us hugged

We were in tears to hear us together

And we managed a concert outdoors

In great weather.

 

The fall came along and it didn’t seem as serious

So we sang once more to the joy of us all

Then, obstacles once more came into our lives

And part of me is just furious

 

But, I dance, and I sing, and talk with my friends 

And best of all my daughter

I even do yoga, Qigong, and the like

And take time in the day to ride on my bike.

 

And one day, my sisters we will manage to sing

Together again we will hear voices ring

In the church and the halls and even outside

This too shall pass, said my mother to me.

I believe her my friend. Let’s pray and see

 

Susan Worrel

 

Comments

[Bev S.]

Lovely!

[Lil]

'Couldn't ever wear my formal, Attire.' is my favorite line. The pandemic in verse! Well done!

[Ali]

Susan, that was fantastic! Looking forward to the formal attire, with gum boots please...
Virtual hug
Ali

[Carol]

Loved this and needed it.♥️

[jackie]

Excellent use of your "corona" time...writing poems. This will probably be in a book someone writes about the pandemic 200 years from now.

[Texasfrancophile]

Best choice of words!!! Makes us hopeful

[Jeanne]

Very good posting.
Thank you for all you share
and thank you Susan

[Jan]

“But I dance and I sing…”

Hope floats.

[Marilyn]

Love the story, Susan!
It sounds like a fiction or is it true?
Wishing only in a dream.