While I appreciate and salute all who served as essentials during COVID-19, I specifically want to dedicate this poem to my grand-daughter Vivian, age 21, who is a care-giver at a nursing home.
Vivian faithfully worked many long and extra shifts to take care of the residents during quarantine.
And also, want to dedicate this poem to my other grand-daughter’s boyfriend, Michael, age 20, who is an auto maintenance worker, earning minimum wage. Micheal faithfully worked many long days and extra hours with no extra raise in wages during this time of pandemic.
Thanks to both of these hard working young people and many others I don’t know.
Let’s remember it was people like this that kept our country going during the pandemic.
This poem is based on an experience I had this summer where I faced a block walk up a steep hill, i had already walked nearly 4 miles, it was a hot day, I had no water with me, there was no place to stop and rest. I was tempted to quit, turn around, give up, but I didn’t and I am glad. It was difficult but I made it, slowly, one step at a time. And, as I look back now that was one of my best days, as I felt I had accomplished something that at the time seemed impossible.
Sometimes life is that way. Sometimes we want to just quit, give up, stop caring, stop trying, for just getting through the day seems like we are walking up a steep hill, with no place to stop and take a break, no refreshment or reprieve in sight, but if we keep moving forward, slowly, we will make it—one step at a time.
This little Bay Leaf Plant was growing great in a small area of the lawn but one day he was accidentally mowed down and was deemed too injured to keep. He was headed for the compost bin but I intervened to save him. I wanted to give him a new chance at life and so with good soil, water and sunshine I see he is now coming back. New sprouts are emerging! Soon he will be a big glorious Bay Leaf Tree! 😊