What I Can Tell You

On the calendar there won’t be an end date

No bright, festive day to celebrate

Instead, a slow pull out of the darkness

We stumble and fumble out of this mess

No one person or group is to blame

Many voices spoke and opined, but often sounded the same

It seems looking back, there was too little preparation

At many times, too much misinformation

You ask, what will our life be like on the other side?

Can we trust the politicians or scientists to be our guide?

I know the reassurance that you seek

Is that life will flip back to a pre-pandemic week

This I cannot tell you. But I offer up hope, love, and a determination to find our

new glorious life.

Linda Larimer

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