It’s definitely getting to me, the quarantine. What I miss is being out to the veterans clubs; attending services and flag raising. I miss going to my favorite eatery for a beer and to play Tap TV. I’m sure I mentioned before I’ve been what could be quarantined but it was grounded. It was for one hundred days as a kid. I was only allowed to go to Mass, Pioneer Girls and places with the family. Back then we had no social media to keep in touch; no one could come visit; no calls on the phone. Isolation from the outside world of my peers. What did I do? Read, color in a coloring book, work on my Pioneer Girls badges (sewing and cooking). At least with my current situation I have devices and ways to keep in contact with people. I’m not quarantined from them. Yes my poems have become my memories for sure. I guess I just needed a vent time today about being stuck home. Even with the current phase of the state opening we still need masks and to distance ourselves. I know we all will get through this just need FAITH.
As for my daily reflection today, I had change of plans after composing it. Tomorrow is what I’ll be doing instead of today. But still I’m curious on what I reflected for definite.
Until next time....like I say if the BITCH BONNET fits today wear it with pride.
Doggy next door barking too early....so up
and about now
Oil change on my car....do I wear a mask at
the mechanics?
Will others waiting for work to be done on
their vehicles be wearing a mask?....too
early to think right now....masks it is
NOT THE FIRST TIME....I VENT
© Scottie-ann Murphy
Today I’m taking a page from my friend
Fran’s play book book
Venting today....I need to
vent....vent...vent
Going to put on my BITCH BONNET
to do errands as I head out into the
world
What I really need is a BITCH MASK
too....that way everyone will
beware....to leave me
alone....stay away more than six
feet
Not in a mood to chit and chat....no desire
to hear their problems
I have my own with which to contend...it’s
finally getting to me....being
quarantined....on lock down....stay
at home
But....it’s not the first time....I’ve been in this
predicament before
GROUNDED....one hundred days....one
hundred long days...only allowed out for
Sunday Mass....outings with the family....
Out of contact with friends....no company
allowed to visit....no calls on the phone
At least today I can keep in contact....
social media....email....texting....cell phone
One hundred days in my youth....only
thirty-eight to go as of today....
YES I can do it!
But today I vent....I wear the hat....and it fits
perfectly
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