During this ghastly plague, I find myself
missing touch. Customarily, when family
or guests arrive, we greet in embrace . . .
For now, neither visitors nor embraces!
In friendship, we sit near each other and
share our stories. Alas, at this point, if one
is lucky enough to have visitors, they must
sit six to eight feet away. Added to that, the
mask hides away all those facial expressions
that are an actual part of the storytelling.
Me thinks, in our heart of hearts, we may
actually fear that our masks will be with
us ere long! People now have more than
one. Some of them are quite humorous.
I have a couple of friends who are even
color coordinating them with their outfits.
Fewer visits, lengthier sitting, masks and
gloves, all a part of a new lifestyle to
which we are becoming accustomed.
Standing in line at stores, masked and
waiting to enter, in and out quickly . . .
all part of our new life regime. Not only
do I find myself missing touch, I find
myself missing life as I knew it.
our hearts embracing
let me see your precious smile
pray come sit with me
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