Caring for someone is Offering them a cup of Freshly brewed coffee, Fetching their mail, or Even just reminding them Everyday that they are special ~Rowan Paige
Autumn waits outside my doorstep Like a friend asking to play But I am sick and can't go outside I am stuck in quarantine So I wave outside my window And her branches sway right back I hope she will still be waiting When my lungs aren't under attack
I, like so many others, have had a very difficult time dealing with the many changes of this "new normal" routine...I write to cope and to understand and to heal. Maybe that's what this is. Maybe I am ranting to no one but the voices in my brain.