like losing a limb over the years, she still limps mourning her lost son (c) Tournesol '24/01.2021 Daily Moments - changed forever Jan 24 2021
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a new dawn
daisies lift their heads to the sky
a new dawn
heart fills with butterflies
quiver with joy
daisies lift their heads to the sky
butterflies sip sweet nectar,
spreading hope in gold
© Tournesol’ 2021/01/10
It’s Christmas Eve and here I sit reflecting on my life during this global pandemic. I think I must have a few more wrinkles since March. I always used to say my lines were signs of life because I was very expressive. I laughed from my belly [sometimes too loudly], I smiled a lot in public even to strangers, which of course, add more lines around the mouth and eyes and I cry A LOT. I cry when I laugh too much; I cry when I am moved by beauty [my daughter singing in a choir as a child, my children driving 6 hours to visit me, my grandson’s birth, my son receiving his first award in primary school, my son’s first child born in a time of despair bringing hope to us and unity to the family, my mom coming to visit me after a long absence and any movie and touching commercial…the list is far too long].
This year, I have bursts of tears when I listen to the news, watch children walking with their family and distancing themselves from strangers, children in the park with masks and mothers who look so worn and tired…moments of reality like that open the flood gates and it lasts a few seconds until the next outburst.
So much has changed and yet has not. We all are experiencing Covid Fatigue [Yes! that’s a thing and it includes Zoom meetings fatigue for remote workers. I hear the difference on the crisis lines from March to December… it has changed. I feel fortunate to be able to hear their stories from youths from 5 to 29. Such a heavy load to carry at their age. I imagine the 20’s, 30’s and 40 somethings have an unknown future. Jobs will be changing for them and I imagine colleges and universities will be developing new programmes to fit with the new “times”. The saddest part is that they will be carrying the burden of our nation’s debt for many years to come. In Canada and even moreso in Quebec, social benefits are so different than our southern neighbours and other parts of the world…but we may be more aligned with European countries where health and welfare of all citizens is accessible. I cannot even imagine what it must be like to live in a place where health care is not free and only the “haves” have a better chance in life but the “havenots” are left to their own means which means not very much. It is inconceivable, no shocking and shameful in industrialized and rich countries, to see how access to good health services is not a right.
I remember when we started paying the government for our universal health care when it started…oh, we grumbled for sure if we were the lucky ones who were never ill and did not have to go to hospital and many ordinary people had Blue Cross which helped for hospitalizations. I know my sister paid her OBGYN after she gave birth for several years! But the first ten or so years after it was put in place, hospitals would send us a bill that we did not have to pay but it was a statement listing all the costs of our time there. It was shocking to see how one hospitalization could put a person in debt and how a surgery would force some to sell their homes. Yes, this is something we have come to expect…it is a right and I am grateful for that.
With the realities of what we are living, at least I don’t have to worry about how much hospital costs will come up to if ever I get sick. 60 to 80% of my medication is paid…sure I pay every year to the government a lump sum because I am still working part time but when I am no longer working and living only on my old age pension, I will not have to worry. Now if only dentists were part of the deal…[sigh]
I had not connected with friends for a few months when I lost my voice in November. I had to preserve it and when I started back to work on 2 hours a shift on the counselling lines. My GP and ENT both say it was due to my chronic sinus problems and GERD. Who knew that your digestive system could damage vocal cords? Okay well, I had no idea and my ENT also added that clearing my throat like I do so often is very damaging. I don’t want to blame it on the virus or stress because these are things that have been going on for years and I had no idea it could damage anything…I just thought it was uncomfortable and I bought a special pillow to prevent problems. Yeah, yeah, I know that my weight gain surely has not helped. In February with my busy months preparing for the move to my condo, I managed to lose 10 pounds just by being so busy and then I “found” them…I guess my body missed them. [chuckling]
I like to walk a lot but with this virus, I got a bit paranoid and limited my walks which then affected my health both physical and emotional. I needed to start practising what I was preaching.
Family and friends tell me it’s because I have a sedentary job but actually, the three days I DO work, when I get a call I usually walk around my dining room and living room and manage to do 5,000 steps easily. Of course I do believe it is the routine of getting up mornings, rushing to walk to the bus stop, walking up and down the stairs at the Metro and then walking to work…those were regular healthy walks twice a day. I keep telling myself, “Tomorrow, I’m going to pretend I am taking the bus and walk to the bus stop and then walk around the perimeter until I have done my 2 to 3 km and then start my shift. But do I do it? No, I sleep in longer because I get to bed too late and struggle to fall asleep so after 4 to 5 hours of sleep, I roll out of bed about 45 mins before I start taking calls. This is NOT good…I know.
It’s cold outside now and if I do go out like I did last week to the park at -22C and good lord, it takes about 15 mins to get dressed with all the necessary layers and then attach my mask to a special tie I purchased to slip under my chin and scarf once I am alone outside. I suppose walking in winter is a good idea since less people go out.
I have to say I am proud to see so many seniors walking their dog two to three times a day like clockwork…I bet dogs have never been so happy this year. My cats are happy to have me with them and Kali, my youngest cat who is so soft and silky I loved stroking her fur but she would bite me due to overstimulation but with my being home all the time, she has learned to crave my touch without biting…ah, to sit in my arm chair with Bette on her bench next to me (does not like to be held) and Kali draping her long slender black silken body on my chest, neck or lap (she decides, but of course) and relaxing to the purrs. That surely is a stress reliever…who needs medication?!
My goodness, I am going on and on again, Emma, and the first thought I had before starting this journal entry has not even been addressed. I guess I needed to talk in my mind and let my fingers tell you a thing or two that has gone on in my life lately.
Oh, yes, this is what I meant to start off my narrative…I was speaking to a friend this week and telling her that I reflected (a year of reflection is an understatement!) on how I felt. I asked myself, is this really the worse time of your life? And it dawned on me that there have been certainly other times in my life where I was much more stressed, depressed and felt so alone in my suffering. There were times I felt like I was drowning and only touching the surface briefly to take in a bit of air of sustenance and back down that black, cold hole at the bottom of the ocean. When I think back on those times, I realize I am truly fine and fortunate. I have a home, enough money to pay for the hiked up grocery bills, I am healthy and lucky enough to work remotely a few days a week which allows me to sleep nights not worrying about food and shelter. Yes, there are things I may have to change…like the humble amount I put aside to repair and remodel my bathroom (the shower will do) because I realize I may have to put thousands $$ on my teeth when I feel safe enough to take public transit and see my dentist next year…I was very upset and angry at times because I felt I only had about 2 years left to be able to travel a bit before I retire on my old age pension and 2 yrs is what will be the time before it will be safe enough to travel…so I need to be content with what I do have. I realize my life has had many hiccups and changes and I adjusted, and the most important thing is that now is a time to truly be mindful of each day and embrace what I do have. A new grandbaby and I have purchased items for when she can some day sleep over with Nana, my grandson who has his driver’s license already! can come to visit me and his school is just around the corner, so I may be blessed with more than I can handle [I can’t wait].
During boxing day week I plan to get a decent gaming monitor wich will be excellent for me to work with/writing and company gaming; I want to slowly clear out the guest room to be multifunctional…bedroom/tv room for kids/ craft room. I know that is a lot but I have had time to save lots of DIY’s on YouTube and purchased some tools to try and do it myself. I have lots of projects I started in March and come May I lost the motivation and slipped in those dark waters for a while. I need to and want to try to get back into this frame of mind of working on projects.
Lately, I have done some knitting and crocheting projects…I knit like a six year old…so everything is simple and most times I have to redo them multiple times to come up with something decent. With Covid, I have not been able to shop and touch yarns and ordering on line is not recommended if you’re an amateur like me…[did I mention I don’t know my stuff?] but now, I have about 30 balls of yarn for future projects. I did have to put some on hold when I fell down the stairs and sprained my wrist but hey! I could have banged my head, broken my arms or legs…I was pretty darn lucky, hence the safety of my extra padding that may have saved me…so there are some advantages of being extra curvy [mischievous smile].
I am hoping to continue on this path of looking forward to day to day blessings rather than look too far ahead. A video chat with my grand-daughter so I can make my silly faces, a time to visit virtually with my son so he can tell me about his stressful day teaching at his elementary school, a wonderful chat on the phone with my dear friends…laughing, venting, crying and always ending with a belly laugh. I am blessed and 2021 will be a year, I think for me, to let go of old dreams to make room for new (more attainable) aspirations.
I wish you, Emma, and all my readers a safe holiday season…hoping people will not give in to COVID-19 fatigue and fall into complacency…that ugly invisible enemy is just waiting for us to slip and fall. Don’t give in…I am refraining from giving my 2cents to non-believers and anti-maskers, Emma, because I want to end on a hopeful and calmer note. Happy Holidays!
(c) Cheryl-Lynn 24/12/2020
I just published a troiku (4 haikus piggy backing on one another) here in describing my daily thoughts and that inspired me to write a bit more, so I looked up Linda G Hill’s Saturday prompt of Stream of Consciousness and I decided to free flow write now before turning in and will post Saturday…
There are so many deliveries these past months that I cannot keep up with cutting up boxes to put out for recycling. My guest room is part library, part Kali’s room (my beautiful black cat) and where I have a make shift pantry where I put non perishable food that I don’t FEEL like WASHING the containers so it sits there for at least a week. It is enough that I wash anything new that comes in the house…I have become the twin sister of Detective Monk. I think the world has turned to Monk [chuckles]
I have received a few Christmas cards but yesterday I did receive a beautiful “first time ever” family Christmas portrait/card…homemade of course but still. My son, his beautiful wife and baby Lara sitting on mama’s knees. Well, let me tell you, I made room right at the centre of my fridge door and placed the magnets properly to ensure it does not fall. Then I notice a few picture needed shifting a bit to the left and others a bit to the right and then I heard one of the tiny round magnets fall to the floor. I got on my knees…and lordy lordy, getting on my knees hurts even more now that I have added more pandemic weight but search under the fridge, under the stove…the sink…nada! I sure hope it went far far so Kali does not try to swallow it. Of course I know her, she would just play with it like a hockey puck or soccer ball. If any cat could join a sports team, it would be Kali. She just moves those two front paws at such speed and finesse too!
So now that I have written this, I feel a bit guilty and worried and will pull the fridge and stove to find that darn magnet.
hearing the murmur
interrupt my worry mind
from my laptop
hearing the murmur
soft moans sounding like snores
my big fat cat
interrupt my worry mind
blare of the condo buzzer
from my laptop
sixty faces staring into space
another Zoom meeting
© Tournesol ‘2020/12/18
Daily Moments – 9 months later – Troiku
It has been months since I have written on a regular basis. Many respond to sudden changes in their lives to comments like “Life happened” with all the busyness one may be exposed to. But like the entire world, my only excuse is “Covid-19 happened” and it just took me a little longer to react.
Sure I was stressed and scared in the beginning but I was so busy putting out fires working on the crisis line three days a week, I would take four days to stay busy…distracted with still settling in my new condo since February…and yet every midday there was a press conference and I would freak out in my own little home.
I would rarely show my concerns with family or friends because they had enough to deal with. At that time I was worried for my future and the unknown but like I said, I was also busy trying to reassure, comfort and listen to those calling our youth line that, that kept me focussed. It reminded me a bit of a mom who is trying to tend to the family when they have an illness that is contagious. Chicken Pox comes to mind as I had to stay quarantined for three weeks with my son and THEN on the third week, my daughter caught it…so six weeks quarantined. Wow! I thought that was pretty tough then! How naïve I was!!
In March and April and early May I was still counting the days since our lockdown and now, I have given up counting. What used to be days, has turned to weeks and now turned to months. Actually now the thought of counting any amount of time has a bad ring to it…yep, when you start hearing that things will get back to normal…or sort of normal in 3 to 4 years…I dread even thinking about that…my future is much shorter than my clients and my peers, working in an environment where the average age is 25. So yeah, I’m probably the age of their grandparents. I wonder how my last decades will be. I had hoped to travel the first three to five years, while I was healthy enough and still working to afford the expense…now I don’t know anymore.
In the beginning I mourned the future of youths and anyone 20 years younger than me; I felt so bad for them. I was worried about my son and his wife and wondered if my son would be allowed to assist in the birth of his baby due in mid September. I worried about his return to teaching elementary school and putting his family at risk. I worried for my daughter and her three boys who were 12, 14 and 16, living in dullsville and wishing they could be with at least ONE friend other than each other. I worried about the sanity of my daughter and her partner working from home with extremely stressful jobs that has increased since the pandemic.
In May, George Floyd’s murder hit me more than Covid-19…one was a virus and difficult to contain, the other was an act of malice that could have been prevented. And so I mourned for his family and friends, I mourned for past, present and future people who have died maliciously. It took George Floyd’s death to finally have the entire world acknowledge and listen to people protesting in the streets about systemic racism for black , racially marginalized and indigenous people ALL over the world. The finger was first pointed at America and finally we all looked humbly in our own back yards at the injustices that have been going on for decades if not centuries. White privilege is finally being understood slowly…systemic racism is being acknowledged and recognized…notwithstanding our stubborn premier here in Quebec who will NOT use the word systemic racism pretending NOT to understand what it means…even if many have explained it perfectly in French for any bozo who pretends not to know. If one does not acknowledge it, they can give that as their excuse to NOT begin to resolve the problem.
Mid-May, I finally bought an inexpensive home antenna and caught the news on several American, Canadian English and French channels…so now I could watch a summary rather than the whole press conferences that I was getting to dread. I dreaded Zoom meetings and the echoey sound it had and would rarely attend to work meetings and rather chose to stay on the crisis lines. I am still not able to watch for long periods of time, shows that have Zoom…it just reminds me of a new world I dread.
I worried I would never be able to hold the newborn baby when my grandchild would be born and then July came and I had my very first outing with the family…we were allowed to meet with our 2 bubbles…so my son, his pregnant wife, and my daughter’s family, celebrating my grandson’s 16th birthday and finally saw everyone. We had not been together since Christmas 2019.
I was still scared walking outdoors and was not familiar with my surroundings. There is a beautiful gigantic park 5 minutes from my condo with an artificial lake that runs a mile and a half long. I was too scared to go but in August I decided to check it out. I hated walking alone all the time and not having a goal or destination, so I started talking to a friend in Toronto on my walks. I tried to go for a walk during my lunch time as well to get away from watching the news on YouTube, not having cable, I was stuck with only streaming information.
On August 20th, the Great Spirit answered all our prayers and my grand daughter was born three weeks early! My son was permitted to stay with his wife the three days in hospital and I even spent three days the week after helping mama and baby Lara with this new transition. I treasure those days I was blessed to hold Lara in my arms, soothe her and help her sleep. The week after school started, I had to stay away from family….AGAIN.
And then the lows hit me. It felt like I was buried alive sometimes. I hardly went out for walks, would binge on mystery channels and Netflix and had a hard time to concentrate on reading…someone who used to read 3 to 4 books a week…my mind seemed to be slipping.
Work was getting heavier…calls were abundant and intense and although I was relieved youths and young adults were reaching out, once off the phones, I was back in that dark hole.
I tried anti-depressants for three months and nothing seemed to change and then it was increased and after two days of that awful feeling, I called my pharmacist to ask if I could quit cold turkey…it happened to be a medication that had little to no side effects if stopped suddenly. That was the same day I heard from a dear friend who was caring for her son who had a terminal illness…I think that is what woke me up. Life is still going on…cancer, heart attacks, strokes and other debilitating diseases are still around…in fact, it is even harder for them with all the restrictions and precautions due to this pandemic. No, that was like a slap in the face for me…I wanted to try something else to get out of my dark hole. It was time to start practicing what I preached to so many of my callers.
But two weeks ago I lost my voice. Well, you cannot answer calls on a crisis line with no voice and even if this week it is raspy, my vocal chords still need a lot of healing due to a couple of reasons. Reflux was the main culprit as that damages vocal chords a lot! My doctor gave me a three month treatment and warned me it would take time. And so here I am, trying to write again. Today, I was admiring some of the posts my colleagues submitted on our internal Slack showing their hobbies. That reminded me how much I had changed.
In March and April I was writing a little more, refurbishing furniture and getting into artsy things like water colouring, colouring and considering oil painting. I was plugged into YouTube so many hours a day learning new DIY’s from makeover rooms to arts and crafts and then summer came, and I stopped.
I picked up knitting but within a few weeks my arthritis warned me painfully not to overdo it and so I picked up crocheting and with the help of YouTube learned new stitches or how to improve what little I did know. I just finished crocheting a shawl for my daughter in law, almost finished knitting a throw and almost finished knitting a long, long scarf. In the summer I had purchased over $100 worth of yarn for a baby blanket but every time I start knitting something, it takes too long and hurts my achy body and I get discouraged and take it apart. I knit a bit, then crochet a bit….that way I don’t overuse my body.
Oh, and in August, I slipped down the stairs of my condo on wet steps the idiot janitor did not put a sign it was wet and there I flew right into a wall. The only thing that still hurts is my left wrist which does not help with crocheting or knitting. But then again, those are things that may be soothing but they are passive…not helping with my dark moods.
Today, I logged onto WordPress and checked in my Reader to see who I was following and the first post that caught my attention was Linda’s. Gee thanks, kiddo!
So here I am trying to get back into writing. Oh, I have written similar posts like this one before but after an hour or so I would just delete them. This time around, I am hoping on this Friday the 13th, it will bring me good fortune and back to my old passion that has always been so therapeutic…writing.
© Cheryl-Lynn ’2020/11/13
(c) https://happiship.home.blog/2019/10/27/happy-diwali%F0%9F%92%95/ shaking in the quake uncertainty prayers interrupted obscurity reigns then - rising from the darkness Amma’s smile sneering in her sleep monsters gaining speed Kali wins the fight fear turns into hope cruelty turns to compassion darkness turns to light © tournesol’ 2020-11-13 Daily Moments November 13 2020 New beginnings (Troiku ) Celebrating Diwali - festival of lights
New sounds of silence – Troiku – Daily Moments Oct 29/2020
sitting in silence
Playing a game of Solitaire
Dropped the nine of Spades
Sitting in silence
Peering through the window
Folks with hidden frowns
Playing a game of Solitaire
All her hopes and fears
In one deck of cards
Dropped the nine of Spades
Far too many ghosts moaning
Breaking the silence
A mother of seven suffers abdominal pains
A family entrust a loved one in the care of health professionals
health care providers who should care with respect
Suffering woman wails and pleads
attendants curse and denigrate the patient
forever silence her with an overdose wrong meds
government officials offer their sympathy
Shocked, they fire one nurse and orderly pending investigation
Media probes the premier if he’ll admit existing systemic racism
stubbornly shaking his head says, no
tsk tsk tsk, how can he fix a problem when in denial
seven children and a husband grieve
a community of First Nations mourn together
Indigenous people raise their voices nationally
Sadly I sit,
Wrapped in despair and umpteen questions
Shaking my head, when will this ever end?
Stats read 896 positive cases today! Families are cycling; couples are walking hand in hand; can’t see the smiles of solo walkers.
summer’s hanging on
Keep on taunting me
But I’m safe inside
Wave at me
Summer’s hanging on
Knock knock knocking at my door
can’t catch me in here
© Tournesol ’20-09-27
I just love the story of how a lotus starts off. Such a beautiful flower, appearing so delicate and yet it is so resilient. This flower grows in ponds and lakes where water does not move much, hence it sprouts first under water in mud and murky water. Just as humans go through life facing loss, sadness, death, and dark moments, hopefully we become stronger and our mind is awakened, acquiring wisdom. The lotus stems become stronger, forming a bud that pushes its way towards the light, above water and only then, free of dirt and mud, opens one petal at a time …just as humans open up to spiritual growth. How fascinating!
In Buddhism the bud of the lotus represents potential. We have the potential to spiritual growth and awakening, and enlightenment. As the lotus flower emerges from the water clean, this represents purity of body, speech, and mind…an awakened mind.
murky waters breed
good and grueling times, and then
a lotus blossoms
© tournesol ‘2020-09-23
This haibun is honouring a dear friend and colleague who celebrates almost 3 decades helping youths through the most difficult times one could not imagine. Happy Anniversary, dear Lotus.
The grey haired lady walks her dog at the same time after eight this morning, one hand on the dog’s leash, the other leaning on her cane. I look across the street and the elderly couple are not up yet…the patio blinds are still shut…soon it will open and the couple will sit outside to smoke their morning cigarette with their cuppa.
It’s different today. At six I could hear so many cars and a few busses ride down our boulevard. At three in the afternoon I see a yellow school bus stop in front of my building. A teenager with a heavy backpack, still wearing his mask, walks alone to his condo. Within an hour, there are so many people walking their dogs…ah, yes, many are back in school and back working outside the home. No wonder everyone is out at the same time…I’d better not go out at this time…not yet.
It is life back to normal…or is it normal? I decide I will go out to mail a parcel tomorrow when there are less people I might bump into. Yes, I have an idea of the time slots where I may be free from wearing my ask outside walking to the pharmacy. I don’t mind wearing my mask outdoors as well as indoors but I have to walk so much slower when I wear it outside but if I must, I shall. Maybe during lunchtime I will walk to mail my parcel. Yeah, that’s a great idea. Fifteen minutes one way and fifteen to come back. Great idea!! it will be healthy for me since I am indoors so much listening to people in distress.
Now I wonder how my grandsons are feeling…what was their day like in high school? What was the bus ride like? Are all the children abiding by the rules? What is it like during their lunch hour…such a sad reality they must live.
My son is a teacher and today children are starting back to school for the first day; from kindergarten to grade six…only the Grade 5 and 6 have to wear masks. I wonder what that is like for the children…for the teachers. How are the parents preparing their children so they are not freaked out? Life is back to normal…yeah, right (shaking my head in dismay). What have I to complain about, sitting in the comfort of my home?
no need to feel discomfort
© tournesol ‘2020/09/01
Lara’s birth was a bit sooner as she was expected around September 11th; It looks like Lara’s mother also followed in her own mother’s footsteps when she came into our world three weeks earlier one May day in Santiago, Chile.
Daily moments August 23, 2020
I have not had the honour yet to meet this precious being…
brought so much joy
adds a smile on my face
you shall be known
for touching our hearts
but more importantly
my wish for you, sweet one,
to be true to yourself…
Be unique in her own way,
my precious grand-daughter
when you are old enough
to see …way up there
in the heavens
look at those twinkling stars
they are your ancestors
winking and beaming
proudly upon you.
Welcome to our world, Lara,
and making 2020 so special!
Daily Moments – Welcome to our world, Lara, My grand-daughter was born Aug 20, 2020 making us focus on something beautiful rather than a pandemic (big goofy smile)
mother nature’s kiss
newborn’s scent of heaven
spilling tears of joy
(c) Tournesol ‘2020/08/20
Daily Moments August 20, 2020
Every once in a while,
she weeps of what was
and what is today.
The first few months,
She’d cry a little each day;
listening to tallies of the dead
Oh how she would dread!
the stats always on the rise
her home became her prison
of hope and despair
in time she’d try to manage
those blubbering crying spells
two, three or four times a week…
just a little overflow…
you know when you’re embracing life
and then you catch yourself
realizing life’s not so typical
you don’t know when it ever will be.
Every once in a while,
she weeps of what was
and what is today.
And those times
you think of your children
and your wish has been
only for their happiness
no parent wants to see their children sad,
worried what the future may bring
you want them happy and hopeful
you want them to look forward
to newborns and christenings
to graduations and weddings
yes, those are things that make her weep
knowing their fears are also hers
she can’t remove, they’re theirs to keep
every once in a while,
she weeps of what was
and what is today.
today she had a few errands
the drug store,
the post office had a package
And then to her local grocer
so pleased was she
proud of her deeds
walking with her checkered cart
under midday sunny skies
Every once in a while,
she weeps of what was
and what is today.
And then she arrives
this new reality
slaps her in the face
wiping down every item
that was touched by others
you know… just in case
washing her favourite mask
cash back credit card
proof of ID health card
and all three condo keys
she’d looked so forward
to sit, enjoy those fresh fruits
a slice or two or maybe three
of fresh baked crusty bread
filled with berries and oranges,
and add some whipped cream cheese
and cold glass of cranberry juice
But the washing, the separating,
the storing and disinfecting
takes at least an hour or so
at last she does sit down
looks out at her balcony
flowers on her mom’s iron table
her tree she now calls her own
she weeps, of what seems so normal
yet, Is still not so
one still does not know
whenever that will be.
(c) tournesol ‘ 2020/08/01
how can one weep
up above the dark blue sky
One can observe here and there in their neighbourhoods how humans have adjusted to their pandemic reality…
August always makes me feel like summer is over. Remember that feeling way back in the 1960’s when this time of month was much cooler than what we are experiencing now? Do you remember aro
und mid-August there seemed to have lots of winds and cloudy skies?
Sitting quietly, I allow my mind to drift to a time camping at Isle la Motte, Vermont. There were hardly any campers during the week and the people living in the area who had children my age were few. But there was this girl who was already a genuine teenager who hung around with me!. She was thirteen and she would bring me to the centre of the campground where there was a rotunda. Many youths hung out there when it rained and parents wanted some peace and quiet for a few hours.
The small campground was a bit like a huge family. All the children of all ages sort of got along like siblings and cousins; the parents sort of got along with each other until a few drank too much around the campfire around mid-summer but that never affected the children. No, we steered away from grown-ups as much as possible except for chores like lugging a five gallon container of water and doing the dishes. Boy that red plastic container was heavy! And I was only 11! We would take turns. Thankfully my sister would lug it most of the way…she was so strong!
I remember Tina trying to teach me the rock ‘n roll. She seemed to have two extra steps but, for some reason, it made it easier for me to do it “her” way. I now had something I could practice back home with my sister. She was already an amazing dancer. She must have it in her genes just like Mom and Dad.
Saturday nights the rotunda was lit up and if it was a clear night a wooden platform was set up next to it for people to dance. They played a lot of old fogies’ music like stuff that Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers would dance to. Haha! So teens and children either watched the adult, went to the beach with their friends or listened to Beatles records at their tent. Yes, we did have electricity.
I used to love hiding behind a tree and admire my parents dance. They actually DID look like those romantic musicals. My mom was not tall and she would just float on her tip toes never missing a step. That was probably the only time they both looked happy. Maybe that’s why I like to always remember those moments.
By mid-August we used to get the “back to school” blues. Don’t get me wrong now. I actually liked school and learning. Yeah, I was a bit of a geek…just a bit. But getting up early in the morning was the tough part. Actually, I dreaded going back to school that year because my sister was going into high school and I did not know if I would have many friends. There were some mean girls in the grade between my sister and me (she was two years older ) who were pretty jealous of her. My sister was kind to everyone and well, that make her very popular, I guess. I think some classmates were only nice to me because of my sister…now I dreaded going back to school and being alone to fend for myself. I did not like fighting. Well, with my sister I did now and then but that’s what sisters ARE supposed to do, right?
Yes, August always brings back those memories of grief and loss… transitioning. I certainly don’t feel that way these days. My goodness we still have wonderful weather and it’s warm until the end of September now. I actually look forward to autumn with all the colours. Although, my Mother’s Day flowery arrangement is getting thinner now…
fewer bursts of colours
beauties with time
© Tournesol ‘2020/08/01
C R A C K! B O O M!
Heart does a summersault
It was hard to settle the heart and she could not help but wonder, looking out at the dark grey sky how do people survive each day, who face darkness and sounds of gunfire and explosions? How naïve she feels…how blessed in her ignorance.
One must count
One, two, three layers
Forming a halo
After an hour of thunder and rain, she steps out to see the sky smile at her
Painting the sky
© tournesol ‘2020/07/30
She woke up feeling so pumped from her morning’s reveries. And then she checked her email and social network and her heart felt so warm and fuzzy from wonderful comments from friends and colleagues celebrating her twenty year anniversary at her workplace.
sweet voice echoes
igniting spirits like fire
Mother spoke to her
joining friends and colleagues
thanking her for services
feels like thanking them
to do what she loves
Day 119 and we are still living in this heatwave…35C but feels like 40C. Opening the patio door she wanted to step out and admire the flowers on her balcony…no, not today, she sighed and quickly slid the door shut to keep the cool air inside. Feeling bless she could sit in her living room or cook in her kitchen and still admire the beauty on the other side of the glass.
heart fills with love
looking fondly at such beauty
a gift from you
© Tournesol ‘2020/07/10
Daily Moments July 10, 2020
Mementos telling stories
home sweet home
Drop leaf holding laptop
Home office transformed
Filled with books
No room for guests
(C) Tournesol ‘20/05/23
A place called home
Mid century dreams
(C) Tournesol ‘20/05/23
Getting her living room ready for a long overdue visit felt good. She mops the floor of dust and chat hairs; it is still quite hot outside at 28C, so she keeps the windows closed and AC on. Looking at her watch she decides to relax a bit before her visit but not before adding a touch of lipstick and then the chimes of her phone announce her virtual visit.
How her heart fills with joy chatting, laughing and just enjoying the visit with a person she met almost twenty years ago. After a long pleasant chat, she checks the air on her balcony and sighs with relief…finally turns the AC off and enjoys the quiet with the windows open, smelling the scent of new life.
Tree branches stretch
Belated foliage unfolds
soft breeze brings solace
© Tournesol ‘2020/05/22
I remember as a first time mom how much I questioned so much about the health and safety of our son. His first fall, I held him in my arms and cried with him…and cried some more even after he had stopped, whispering over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”.
Parents in general are very proud of their children and some also like to boast…”Oh, he said his first word at “blank”…or “Oh, your son still doesn’t have teeth? Mine has five already.” Most times, you try to shrug it off but once you get home you take out Dr. Spock or any other paediatric bible you have for reassurance.
I remember our paediatrician, who was a teacher at McGill and the Head of paediatrics at the Jewish General Hospital would take phone calls from worried moms every morning from 7:30 am to 8:00am. What a godsend! Once he replied to my question that our son’s teeth would be stronger if they come in later. Hmm, well, that reassured me. I tried not to boast too much except with my mom, of course. As a nana though I don’t hold back…grandparents have brag rights…it is WRITTEN…somewhere…:)
Today, it is May 15th and the lawns and landscapes are still quite bare. At least it is not snowing but it would be so nice to start having some greenery on those trees. I am not even asking for flowers…just leaves! But I must have patience and embrace the tiny signs of growth…
limbs in wait
blossoms spreading slowly
late bloomers growing stronger
bringing hope to the world
© Tournesol ‘2020/05/15
Il semble approprié de placer mon beau bouquet de fleurs que mon fils et ma belle fille m’ont donné pour la fête des mères dans ma chambre juste à côté de la chaise de ma mère. Ce soir, je vais m’asseoir tranquillement en me bercant sur sa chaise et sentir sa présence.
ce rire contagieux
parfum de Givenchy
pincement passionné des joues
chuchoter, “Je t’aime ma chérie”
It seems fitting to place my beautiful bouquet of flowers my son and daughter gave me for Mother’s Day in my room right next to my mom’s chair. Tonight, I will sit quietly rocking in her chair feeling her presence.
that infectious laugh
scent of Givenchy
passionately pinching cheeks
whispering, “Love you darling”
© Tournesol ‘20/05/10
where’ve they all gone
tumbling early in the morn
where’ve they all gone
tumbling early in the morn
not so long ago
keeping satellites busy
friends and family reconnect
defend one and all
Mother Nature breathing life
© Tournesol ‘20/05/07
Daily Moments – May 7 2020 No Exits Troiku
seeking comfort in the womb
in safety they wait
dis ease ebbs growth
© Tournesol ‘20/05/05
Daily Moments – late delivery (tanka)
Dômage les gens ne peuvent pas se réunir pour photographier comme tous les ans, mais la ville de Toronto qui a placer des cameras pour nous tous est une belle alternative…
Sadly people are not able to gather and photograph as they have each year, but the city of Toronto has placed cameras for all to see as a beautiful alternative.
vrai goût du printemps
étancher d’une pure beauté
fleurs de cerisier
true taste of spring
quench of sheer beauty
(c) Tournesol ’20/05/04
Daily Moments May 4 2020 cherry blossoms (haibun)
After two days of cleaning and washing she decides to go out for a walk. It was so warm all she needed was a light pullover. She filled her pockets with necessities: tissue, mask in a Ziploc bag, latex gloves, her health card and something she has never done before…she wrote up an Emergency card with her Allergy, contacts of her doctor, pharmacy, her two children on a business card. Now she felt better and put her keys around her neck and her mala beads.
She likes her street because everyone is respectful of social distancing. Not everyone smiles and answers her greeting, but that’s okay. When she turned onto another street she almost bumped into two young children on their bikes. One snickered and thought it was funny that they pretended to run into her. The first one made her chuckle thinking it was all innocent but she was disappointed that the parents did not even acknowledge her greeting or tell their child to be more careful. After the second child darted at her, she decided to walk very far from any future children on bikes. Maybe they see her as one of the main reasons for this lockdown. The media and politicians keep saying how this lockdown is to keep older people alive and she wonders if this is starting to feel like too much of a sacrifice for many. It is sad that people do not look at updates for there are many people between 25 to 45 that are testing positive and deaths are not high among this group but any death is too much, right?
She starts chanting her mantra silently and walking for about twenty minutes and then decides to change the Jazz on her phone to R & B. Suddenly her step matches the beat and each song she adds is just a bit faster. She is just soaking up music of Ben E. King, Daft Punk, The Four Tops and Santana… and after almost 4 K, then she chooses a slower beat to cool down and walks around the block twice before getting back into her condo.
Music picks her up
Feels her heart fly
High on endorphins
Clouds form shapes
Etched on blue canvas
Divine Artist paints
Smiling and laughing
From a safe distance
Defying the enemy
Pure bliss wins
Ending her day with a video call warms her heart and she knows she will have a good night’s sleep tonight.
Connecting with loved ones
virtual home visits
© Tournesol ‘2020/05/02
During her lunch break she wanted to go out for a walk but there were too many people walking the street. Some two by two, a teen on roller blades and cyclist in shorts. Resigning to taking the garbage out, she felt she might soak up the sun for a few minutes. When she walked out her heart skipped a beat…”No, don’t close the gate yet, I need to bring mine”…standing at 5 metres from them she felt her heart swell…
showing its warmth
forced her out
a brief moment
showing its warmth
two ladies by the dumpster
halos circle their heads
smiling at me
She is not alone. That is what the isolation makes you feel as if you are alone feeling what feel. The women both nodded that they had good days and bad days. Yes!! It was such a relief to speak to live women close to her age …we share the love for our offspring, the worry, the longing. And even though it is a sad reality, she walked back to her unit with a lighter foot.
speaking to live humans in person
© Tournesol 2020/04/29
Daily moments – Day 48 Meal break (haibun)
So many people were out; some looked content others look serious and walked with purpose. A few only exposed their eyes.
It appeared chilly since many were still wearing wool tuques and scarves. At least in our winters and spring here we can lift a scarf over our mouth and nose without it looking out of place…too much. She is debating whether she should go out or not. She looks from her balcony wringing her dry hands like an old scared woman.
Strangers on her street
Face masks, the new spring fashion
peeks from her window
trying to catch up
youngster pedals with a purpose
father in slow motion
exhaustion showers over her
(c) Tournesol ‘2020/04/24 Daily Moments Day 42
Last day of my three day work week and not too soon. Struggling to sleep at night when the rest of the building seems to sleep late…a neighbour that walks with heavy feet anytime from midnight to three in the morning makes for a short night. I am sure she does not realize this and since I am a new owner here, I have not had a chance to meet anyone except for the owner downstairs, who I have told to bang on the ceiling anytime if I am too noisy or the music or tele is too loud.
I am such a light sleeper so even if I go to bed at 8 or 9 which I did last night, I woke up with a start at midnight and struggled to get back to sleep hours later. Ear plugs do not seem to muffle the vibration of a person banging a closet door or plodding . I’ve chosen to sleep with my earbuds listening to music with the volume low and yet…
floating on an astral plane
rumbling clouds shudder
from the third floor
Snow greeted me this morning on my patio as a mid-spring scenery.
snow on our lawns
so much for Mother Earth
giving us the finger
I took a nice bubble bath before my shift and watched a few short videos celebrating Earth Day.
The morning was not too bad but during lunch, I couldn’t help but check on the news to hear updates and that can get me nervous and frustrated. Lately, I notice a bubbling impatience inside my chest. Our province is still rising…over half of the country’s stats. How can you ever get used to hearing about deaths? Two friends told me this week they lost a relative…reality sucks! Whether it is 1 or 100 (which is nothing compared to Europe, I know and I can only imagine how scary it must be too…but still a life multiplied by xxxx is always too much.
My calls were more frenzied in the afternoon and it took a lot for me to concentrate…trying to ignore the simmering storm.
sadness and angst
listening to their suffering
licking salty lips
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/22
Day 40 and Earth Day (daily moments)
Watching a stand up comic she bursts out laughing. It is such a wonderful distraction these days. The third comic show, she starts weeping and doesn’t know why…or does she?
Drawing paths on wrinkled cheeks
coming from a secret place
finally letting go
© Tournesol ‘2020-04-19
Daily Moments – letting go
décharger le cœur
ajoute du printemps à mon pas
reconnaissant d’une amie sympathique
l’autre côté de l’Atlantique
unloading the soul
adds spring to my step
declutters the mind
thankful for a sympathetic friend
across the Atlantic
© Tournesol 2020-04-19
Toss and turn
Mind won’t shut off!
May as well stay up and drop when I can no longer stay awake. It’s Saturday today…soon the sun will come up. I went for a teeny tiny walk last night after I brought the garbage out. It was after nine and no one was on the street except for one young man busy talking on his phone. I just walked up and down my street twice, staying within my close quarters since I had not brought my cane or walking stick and you just never know when that knee will give way, so it came out to 2km. I’m pleased with that. I think I will continue walking at that time each night. Granted I would love to soak up the sun in the daytime but with the cool weather we’ve been having, wind comes along with the sunny skies and evenings it just seems calmer and feels warmer.
I surfed the net a bit to see how the world was coping…I found an interesting segment from France covered byFrance 24which is aired weekly. Oh my, to see the drones the police are using to check up on people who are not abiding with social distancing!!! That is pretty awesome actually but like one woman cyclist with her two children commented, it does feel futuristic and one wonders if you are doing to get attacked by the drones. It’s a great idea actually and saves a lot of manpower so police can also be available for emergencies rather than patrolling street by street, park after park.
I noticed our police patrol Easter Sunday. Good thing they came by a few hours after this couple rendezvoused in front of my building. He brought her a gift and stretched out his arm to hand it to her. Then they spoke briefly a good two metres apart. She had leggings and a nice long sweater hanging off one shoulder and four inch heels!! I kid you not! It was so adorable to see them. They looked in their late thirty’s or mid forty’s. I found it so romantic! Hey, I don’t get to see much these days, so this was a real life treat And I even wrote about it on my an Easter datealong with a haiku on Sunday.
I ordered watercolours and paper this week. I am kicking myself for having given all my paints, crayons and artsy things when I moved here. Who knew I would have so much time on my hands that I could relax trying to paint? I have never really painted with watercolours except fooling around with my grandson and when I was a kid but lately I found a few Youtubers who explain it well and I want to try. My goal is to make greeting cards, just for fun and maybe even create lovely haiga with my artwork. So far, I have only done haiga with my photos but it would be a nice change. If I don’t succeed at least I will have practiced an art form that relaxes me.
Years ago I had to take some art courses to be accepted in an Art Therapy class at my university. So I took 24 lessons in oil painting. I did not really find I did anything pretty but every week those three hours went by like ten minutes.
It’s 5:30 and I’m not sure I will be able to stay up until the sun comes up. My eyes are getting a bit heavy (finally). I think I will have breakfast so hunger will not wake me up at 8am and I can sleep in as late as I want. Yes, that is a great idea!
Thanks for listening, Emma. There are not many people I can talk their ear off at this time and you are such a great listener.
Hum of the fridge
The old cat snores
© Tournesol ‘2020-04-18
Ah if only I could disconnect like my feline friends. I hear one snore softly. I felt pumped when I first woke up and seeing the sunny skies. The sun was so warm, the bedroom temperatures went up I had to open the windows. And then I watched the news…
bursts of energy
sun beams through my window
menacing those light blue skies
riding the roller coaster
little engine doubts
I think I can, I know I can
because I have a plan
there is no shame
in reaching out
call out their name
a face smiling back at me
YOU, inside my screen!
Feeling pumped again after a nice video chat with my son and daugther in law…yes, I definitely can get through these times.
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/17 Daily moments
Three hours of sleep reads her Fitbit. Hmmm, that’s odd, and yet she feels refreshed this morning. She runs a bath and prepares her coffee at the same time. She seems to have energy today despite the lack of sleep. She strips her bed and prepares for laundry and finally when her coffee is ready she slips into her bubble bath and turns on her tablet to watch something silly on Netflix, The Big Show.
A great way to start her day and once dressed and logged onto her laptop, she feels an energy she has not felt in weeks.
The universe gave her what she needed.
digging at their psyches
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/15
Last night I was surprised to see the time when I woke up at only 2 in the morning. It’s amazing how a deep sleep can feel like you have slept for a long time. I slipped back to sleep and then…
I was riding my bike back home to the house where I grew up in my hometown. It was not quite dawn…the sky was grey and the sun had not started to come up yet. As I approached the house, I thought I should put my bike in the house not to get it stolen.
“How come I had not thought of that before since there are so many robberies at this part of town?”
Suddenly I saw my car parked and decided to stick the bike in the car but then I saw a car backing up to come and talk to me, so frantically shoved the bike in the front but was not fast enough and the car was about a metre from me. He rolled down his window and I was about to approach out of habit…but then I froze realizing the social distancing advised was two metres. I knew I was dreaming, and I really wanted to wake up because I sensed there was danger. The man wanted to talk, said he felt socially isolated and got out of his car …I ran to house but could not unlock the door fast enough and close it behind me…he pushed the door and as I backed away he came closer and I thought he was going to rape me. But he just wanted to hold someone…just wanted someone to talk to. My heart totally understood but my brain was speeding and telling me this was way too dangerous.
I kept backing up slowly but still listening. One could tell this man was suffering but I was not sure if he could control his frustrations.
I woke up at 5:30 AM and there was still an hour or so before I should get up for work…but I could not help but feel I might go back to the same dream. I put on my mask for my eyes and kept repeating my mantra and imagining the face of Amma, hoping I could fall asleep…I did but not in a deep sleep but back into the same dream…
We talked in the living room…I was sitting on the couch and he on the footstool with such a heavy look of defeat. I felt so bad that this virus had done this to him but also worried for my health. Feeling guilty for thinking of myself and feeling empathy for him…not a great place to be…and then I woke up at 6:30 and got up. Enough already!!
I took my time getting ready for work, setting up my laptop, my tv as a second monitor and sticking important papers on my cupboard door to have everything in my view.
I took out the garbage and recycling as well since it was very early and pouring rain I could avoid seeing anyone. I wore my new white cotton gloves and then dumped them in the wash and logged onto my laptop.
What a way to start my day!
hearing their stories
describing a dystopia
makes my skin crawl
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/13
On this same day Paril 12th, 2016 this is what I wrote. Watching children here brought me joy and today in 2020, watching a couple meeting in front of my building brought me joy, in the Easter date https://cheryllynnroberts.info/2020/04/12/an-easter-date-easter-date-haibun-april-12-2020/
Life offers many joys. One just has to stop and notice they are here even in the saddest times, under grey clouds and personal strife. She shuffles reflecting on her solitude wistfully aiming for the city park.
sitting on a park bench
joy etched on lips
sitting on a park bench
skipping, running joyfully
tag you’re it
joy etched on lips
brings new life
My haiga for this prompt at Carpe Diem:
swallows telling stories
paints joy on lips
A friend sends links of live videos which offer hope and peace. She is busy and misses out on one. And then she sits watching news from New York and then Quebec. Her heart aches and she cannot seem to shake off the grief for so many people. An hour earlier she had sent three self videos to loved ones showing how healthy and fine she is, offering best wishes for Easter. Easter is a time to rejoice …a time for rebirth.
Another alert from her tablet sounds the arrival of a message from her friend who sends her two more links…one is gospel music which shifts her mood and the other is Andrea Bocelli: Music for Hope. She had forgotten to tune into this live.
this time for hope
Looking from her patio window, she smiles. A couple meet in front of her building. She wishes she could have captured the 4 inch heels but that would have looked too nosy [chuckles]. It was so adorable to see the brief encounter and a few hours before the police car passed by checking up on the neighbourhood and social-distancing.
at two arms length
© Tournesol ‘20/04/12
Wishing she could have sent scrumptious chocolate bunnies…yet, deliveries meant more work for recipients, to cleanse and disinfect…no Easter cards mailed, no Laura Secord Eggs this year. Avoiding all fears for contamination and spread of bacteria, she forwards gifts through cyberspace.
delivering virtual gifts
One cannot help but feel the quietness of this special day, remembering stories her GrandMaman shared about the blessing of water on this special Holy Saturday.
Mother in wait
weaving in a web of faith
© Tournesol ‘20/04/11 Daily Moments – anticipation
under grey skies
in another time
silent cries echo
under grey skies
in another time
silent cries echo
an endless loop
© Touronesol ‘20/04/10
Daily Moments ~ Good Friday
A month has passed already!
Since January 1st, she had been working remotely more and more. First there was the move and later, the struggles on her body traveling and walking on icy sidewalks and flu season worried her a lot. In three months she may have gone to the office five days at best. It was already her new normal. However shopping for odds and ends she needed to fix up her new home and doing her own groceries were outtings she looked forward to until March. What she misses the most is seeing friends and family…oh my, miss those hugs!
Last night she slept thirteen hours losing part of the day. After months of sleeping four to six hours a night, she gave into her body’s screaming request. Was it the exertion from cleaning and scrubbing? Was it giving in to her chronic pain? Or was it hiding from another day? Perhaps a bit of both but her body thanks her? A much needed vacation after months of packing and unpacking. Oh! There are still many things to do but at least she had the opportunity to make her new home look decent enough and not “quite” climbing the walls (or have to wash them down too!)
What really worries her most was the unknown future. She is saddened her children and grandchildren …people who are younger than her have to be faced with a very very different world. She knew the world was changing but never thought she would be alive to see how it would impact on so many younger people…how her heart breaks thinking of this.
It’s also a time of year when she usually does a bit of cooking…home baked beans, split pea soup à la Jeanne Benoit (she’s tried a few including Ricardo’s and no one can beat Jeanne plus her added touch of course) along with ham, pâtés and tête de fromage and a variety of sweet pies. Her Grandpères are not as good as those from la Cabane à sucre but lots and lots of chocolate.
When she was younger, during la semaine sainte (holy week) her grandmaman would cook eggs in syrup for breakfast along with beans baked in molasses or maple syrup. Of course beans were a regular Sunday breakfast even outside Easter week. After Sunday mass many churchgoers would pick up home baked beans at a grocer.
She takes comfort thinking of those days, just like food giving one comfort. It is enjoyable to cook and bake for others but to do it alone is a challenge lacking so much joy, missing the smiling faces and comments of “Mmmm” and “More please”.
It’s 18:30 and as much as she has avoided hearing her prime minister or premier speak…she turns on the screen awakening her to reality.
Under grey skies
A leader talks about peace
Under grey skies
With new angels
A leader talks about peace
Birds chirp softly
Maples running gold liquid
humans may not taste
© Tournesol ’20-04-09
Daily Moments – April 9 2020 – Living Today (haibun)
raking season’s debris
(c) Tournesol ’20/04/07
feel the tug at my heart
(c) Tournesol ‘2020/04/07
A lovely visit today from my son and daughter-in-law that warmed my heart so much! What a treat to chat with them from my sunny balcony. Neighbours passing by who were out for their daily walk and nodding, smiling and greeting us under these unique circumstances.
Many walkers were crossing each other and like a smooth dance they would pull away at least two metres or more and once passed, they would resume their pace and space on the sidewalk. It makes me feel safer seeing how my street is so respectful of this and I think it relieved my son to see his mom lives is a safe neighbourhood.
When I mentioned it was Monday today, he said, “No, Mom, it’s TODAY…everyday is TODAY now.” So today is my first day of my vacation and what a great start I have experienced today.
uncertainty is real
fear is no longer my ally
family and friends
reaching out far and near
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/06
under navy skies
birds still sleep
under navy skies
hint of life
my heart beats
birds still sleep
angels of the night
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/05 Daily moments – until dawn
My talented haijin from Italy kindly responded to my troiku on facebook, feeling her compassion across the Atlantic
even in the dark
echoes of the heart
first rays of sun
a lark warbles
in this moment
a thought of you
© gsk ’20
Have a great Sunday my friend.
Grazie ma chère and you as well…it’s amazing what a few extra hours of sleep can do 😊
first glimpse of light
bowing in reverence
riding theta waves
dancing in thin air
embracing life’s promise
near and far
© Tournesol ‘2020/04/05
new narratives flow
where does this dream end
and reality begins?
no time to dry
binding of a new book
scent of glue
no, not a new chapter…
an endless prickly shawl
unravels day by day
© tournesol 2020/04/02 Daily Moments unravelling
youths and adults all over the world!
anyone feeling too immortal theses days
A NEW CAST IS IN DEMAND IN THIS HEROIC MOVIE
we already have health heroes
we do have truckers and grocers
garbage collectors, mental health workers
utility and IT folkS
government folks at all levels
educators, street cleaners, building cleaners
umpteen volunteers handing out food
restaurateurs of every kind,
delivery persons and postal persons
packers, sorters, stockers too
comedians and all sorts of celebrities
lest not forget Youtubers too
I’m missing a few but understand
this must be short
to speak to this very special cast
the ones who feel that they’re invincible
You wanta go down in history
as true heroes?
STAY HOME…we need STAY HOMERS!!
in this last cast of new heroes
STAY HOMERS ACTUALLY RULE!
(c) Cheryl-Lynn 2020/04/02
Her thoughts are swimming, sometimes riding waves and landing safely but other times engulfed with such an overflow.
worker’s report card
new class of spring vacation
Storing these performance statistics in a safe place behind the cat litter, she finds a way to disconnect. There are plans to escape in novels and write. Unburdening her heart and try to see the blue sky and listen to the sparrows gossip each morning about the bossy raven.
© Tournesol 2020/04/01