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Crocus stands outside my door, sunshine-snow falls to the core
Robins tweet the sound of spring, reminders of what beauty brings
Green and yellow soon will roll, upon the hills of evermore
Unbroken chain and melody, nature teaches humanity

Doctor Doctor hold my hand, give us all the perfect plan
Nurse of mercy she will be, on her feet for you and me
Collect the garbage, wash and wipe, nobs and handles need a swipe
Stock the shelves now, keep the peace, teach the children from your seat

Toilet paper wipes and cans, stockpile, check out, move that hand
Online, curbside, stop the greed, offer help for those in need
Old folks, babies, chronic pain, choose to not forget the name
Flour yeast and rice to hoard, sown of mercy from the Lord

Tulip green erupts from soil, real ones always true and loyal
Moon in glory casts the shine, days gone by do come to mind
Remember me games never end, same old illness new found friend
Brother sister look no more, help the weak protect the poor

 

The little things really do matter

1256After leaving the villa and moving downtown, life changed for the better. The loneliness that had run rampant through my mind and soul slowly disappeared. Phone service was still not available but that didn’t seem as bad now. When I woke I saw the sun, this may sound quite simple but I learned it is one of God’s most beautiful gifts. It was an awesome feeling to see and feel the warmth and beauty of sun, simple, pure and life giving.  As a child I grew up in a house in the woods. There were squirrels, porcupines, rabbits and deer. They wandered through the property and stopped momentarily for a quick gaze our way. Every day was a new adventure watching wildlife near our home. When snow came it wafted over the pine trees tall and strong, it landed on needles and drifted to the ground making a white wonderland. We sledded and romped through the hills of fresh snow leaving our careless footprints behind. I remember lying on the floor of the family room watching the icicles that hung from the upstairs balcony, they nearly reached the floor. The steady drip, drip of the melting water and finally a large crash as it fell effortlessly and gracefully to the floor. The sun washed over me and I moved my spot every so often to catch the brilliant warmth, hidden from the ice and snow just outside.  So, this new found treasure, the sun, was enough to carry me through the tough days with no electricity. I met people from countries who walked for miles to fetch drinking water and who didn’t know what electricity was until later in life. I could handle some hardship, I had a place to stay, food and clothing.

The windows gleamed in the sun, I stood looking out at the street. Dust storms whirled up and the sky was an ominous red. Workers walked along the road, their faces wrapped in scarves and towels to keep the dust away. I stood watching the stray cats that wandered to the garbage dumpster. Cars stopped and started, screeching tires and voices of the city. It was like being pumped back to life and it for now would do nicely.

We had limited furniture but the kitchen had built in cupboards and drawers. This was a huge luxury. In the villa food was stacked on a tiny counter near the sink and boxes were left sitting. But in this new apartment the kitchen was full of drawers and cupboards. They were a cheery white with a red trim and they were new!
Electricity was good in the morning so after getting the boys ready and off to school, I quickly vacuumed and started cooking for the afternoon. Some days I finished most of the meal and others required bringing food from a near by shop. I never thought about electricity and what a wonderous invention it was until it was unavailable. The water heaters in each room, of course would not heat water for showers or doing dishes. As night fell, bed time came quickly if the electricity turned off. The kids and I made up fun games and talked and told stories in the dark. I used old pillows to have pillow fights and the occasional game of soccer was played in the mejalis (living room). Little things become very big things, like a box of popsicles or a treat from back home.