Thank You

 No bells pealed, nor flowers bloomed
when a miracle this day 365 days ago
Broke our reverie; our complacency, 
And bonded once again
what was enjoined 40 years ago. 
Our sails are unfurled, billowing with joy
Sailing troubled waters
Gliding peaks and troughs
We have become stronger
Smiles stay longer
Thank you friends, neighbors, doctors
The strength you gave us
Continue to endure. 


(Written.on 20 Nov 2021) 

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