Thunder and lightning remind me of my grandma,
I never feared it as a kid
I always thought it was so beautiful
But ever since she passed it's become a comfort
The thunder makes me think of her snores,
They used to keep me up all night
But now I’ve decided the silence is worse,
The lightning is like her saying she’s still here
It pops in just long enough to say hi
I always smile when I see it now,
My dog on the other hand hates it
She cowers in corners
Forces herself next to someone
Cuddles up in a well-lit room
Moving her is nearly impossible
Today she curled up next to me,
Played music to distract her
Sang the songs to try and drown out the sounds,
But she only whimpered and shook
So I settled for holding her
Whispering promises of being okay
Now she is sleeping during the break of thunder,
Under a thick blanket
One that she usually ignores all but completely,
Sometimes she wakes up and looks at me
As if to make sure I’m still here
When she finds me she turns her head
Lays it down and goes back to sleep.
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Monday, May 18th (poem 2) (64th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
