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FOUR SEASONS BREEZE | MAY 2020 7 An Unordinary Ordinary Day A Pandemic Poem by Andrea Zehner, Four Seasons Resident We wake up and turn on the morning news, and listen to updates till feeling the blues. The governor and president warn, "STAY HOME." You can't go anywhere you used to roam. So, I look out the window but soon sport a frown. Four Seasons looks just like a ghost town. The 1,000-piece puzzle lay strewn on the table, silently taunting the willing and able. We start turning and pushing each piece into place, in a heightened frenzy as if in a race. Next, I pull out ingredients preparing to bake. Should it be cookies, pie, or some kind of cake? So many recipes — I must make a choice. We need something to nibble while watching The Voice. In the evening, we FaceTime family and friends, our only social contact until the virus ends. At Home In The Compound A poem by Roberta Hokuf, Four Seasons Resident Some projects were waiting for you to be home There's also the computer and a telephone The silverware drawers have crumbs and some grime Get busy and clean them while you have the time And call up a friend— they might feel alone. The "Daily Report" is quite void of fun news But the Bistro's great menu is there to peruse We thank them for having the foods that we need, And being so handy we need them indeed, Providing great choices from which we can choose. The days go by quickly ('cause I'm moving slow) I'd change from my jammies if there was someplace to go My closet - now spotless - no dust on the floor Got rid of the clothes I don't need anymore One day I'll replace them - of course - don't you know. On the top of my head I am seeing more gray I try not to notice - I say "it's okay " While staying at home I've been saving some money That really appeals to my special Honey Just look on the bright side — that's all I can say. It's not all that easy— of that we are sure Try not to be cranky with no pedicure So put on a smile, we're all in this together At this point in our lives it's a storm we must weather Buck up and act wisely— we all will endure. waxing poetic