Daisies Drooping in the Glass Vase

The daisies are drooping bent and tired,

From standing too long in the glass vase.

As are my legs and heart.

 One friend of 20 years must move away, no work due to the virus,

Another's cancer revived,

And three years, my dearest, gone today.

My body sags.

Still, I am well enough amidst a virus-torn world.

My heart should feel lighter,

As the shriveled leaves in the vase became lighter.

Ripple Effect of the Virus

Thanksgiving 2020

The Oregon governor asks that we don't travel,

this year because of spikes in Covid-19 cases.

 My son's family has been part of my bubble,

so I am going to his house for Thanksgiving.

My concern: how soon do I make my pumpkin pie so that it is fresh?

I hear on the radio:

According to the Oregon Food Bank, we are facing

the greatest food insecurity since the Great Depression.

The TV reported thousands of cars in line to collect food boxes.

There aren't enough volunteers to help in this, since most volunteers are retirees.

The same group is at the highest risk of serious complications from the disease.

"Terrible," I say.  But I have a recurring donation to the Oregon Food Bank

in place.

Should I have whipped cream with the pumpkin pie?