Covid – 19

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Embracing Grey
you are too young to have grey hair she said to my 40 something self
triggering nascent insecurity
periodically I have toyed with letting my natural color emerge
always tempered by wanting to present as young as I feel
now Covid has offered the opportunity to see what is
safe in my mostly sequestered cocoon
the box of wash-in youth not far from reach
when Cuomo sets my colorist loose I will have to decide to decide
for now I watch the change unfold
Judi Arner Brown
May 15 2020
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I began to write about
the losses
what hasn’t been
doesn’t happen
but words didn’t come
no
I am enriched by this child
this gift
he is with me
inside me
I hear his giggles without hearing
I feel his skin without touching
my love reaches him
because he is my grandson
my grandson
we will find our own way
we are one
soul to soul
a direct unbreakable line
spirit to spirit
core to core
never will I leave him
that is not possible
we are
and ever will be
Judi Arner Brown
May 15, 2020
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By Oren Milgrom-Dorfman age 11
I go outside, to watch
I look through a window, to see
City lights,
Windows glowing like squares of sun
Lampposts shining like starry skies
I go outside, to watch
I look through a window, to see
Sunset lights,
Red car lights flowing like rivers
Clouds turned pink like cotton candy
I go outside, to watch
I look through a window, to see
Star lights,
Constellations scattered like drops of milk
Planets small as seeds
Then I go inside, to watch
I turn away from a window, to see
Heart lights,
Love as bright as countless suns
Joy like all the stars in the sky
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By Oren Milgrom-Dorfman age 11
I am surrounded
It’s a fact, it is true
I am surrounded
It’s good and it’s bad, it has many hues
I am surrounded by people who want to check in
See how I’m doing, see if I’ve had a win
I am surrounded by people that say
I will try to help you in every way
Being surrounded is good, that is true
But as I have said, it has many hues
I am surrounded anytime, anywhere
I can’t escape, can’t get fresh air
I am surrounded, it feels suffocating
I need to escape, need to keep moving
Being surrounded can be bad, that is true
But I must remember that it has many hues
I am surrounded by people who love me
I am surrounded by people who care
I am surrounded by people that help me
In any way and anywhere
Being surrounded is good, bad and true
And what’s also true is that it has many hues
So being surrounded is both good and bad
It’s loving, it’s suffocating, it’s people holding your hand
Being surrounded is bad and it’s good
It’s helping, it’s holding, it’s I wish that I could
I am surrounded
It’s a fact, it is true
I am surrounded
It’s good and it’s bad, it has many hues
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By Oren Milgrom-Dorfman age 11
I am away, as are so many people
Away from my home, away from my city
I am away, as anyone who can is
Away in a bigger house, in a spread-out city
I am away, and I’m seeing new things
All kinds of new birds, the Scarlet Tanager
I am away, and I’m tasting new things
Pasta and pizza, every night is a feast
I am away, and I’m hearing new things
When I step outside, I hear bird calls and crickets
I am away, and I’m smelling new things
The flowers, the scent of the trees
I am away, and I’m feeling new things
Dirt on my hands, leaves on my feet
I am right here, as just I can be
Right here in a new home, here in a new city
I am right here, experiencing new senses
Right here in a new life for me
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By Susan Ross
In uncertain times, there are religious and lay people, who hold others together- spiritually, physically, or both-so that everyone may come through calamities stronger in mind and body.
These unique individuals may bring people together with religious classes or services, sustaining us on spiritual journeys to a better tomorrow, or with calls, emails, or personal contacts, conveying messages of comfort and hope.
The pandemic has bound us in ways beyond our imagination, with a shared sense of loss, pain, and grief. It is a virus that cuts across all ages, backgrounds, religions, ethnic groups, and occupations.
Yet, these times have allowed us to see one another on levels that unite us rather than divide us. We are at a portal in time that requires introspection and analysis of the past. Perhaps, we will decide that going back to the old ways is not the best option for the future and that we are eager for a new beginning.
In towns and cities throughout our country, people have embraced friends and strangers with generosity and solidarity to create activities, events, and projects that feed the hungry, comfort the grieving, and entertain us all. They are providing that necessary light at the end of the tunnel.
May the medical advances being made today aid us in expanding our horizons to new heights of wonder, fulfillment, and abundant happiness. The future holds great promises, a better tomorrow for all of us.
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By Michael Zweig
Counting the days
of this self-imposed exile
by weeks now.
The anomie of days, and time.
Strange, but was it always that way,
before the exile?
Before the days melded one into the next?
And before each day’s sunset became a sad reminder, of lost dreams and lives?
Yet as I now count weeks, I see and hear more, or differently.
See a grounded lady bug struggling to survive (as I take the time to help it).
Hear the wind across the water.
Marvel as Venus takes her throne in the sky.
Totally mesmerized by the robin, bursting with spring.
Accompanied by the cicadas‘ symphony.
At last, taking the time to exult, and to cry.