It’s been just a week and my hands are starting to feel like sand paper.
Paper comes from trees,
like a tree that stands alone
it can be lonely at times.
Staring out the window
at the sun light
and the only thing that we have time for is walks.
Just like Groundhog Day,
times like this
are to pray,
to make art,
and work for a cure.
Just like baby steps
like learning how to crawl.
But it has to be said,
it s like waiting for Godot.
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Just a little poem to lighten things up
Written by: Liz Etmanski