Poetry
First came school, then came shul
Social distance became our rule.
Stocking up and settling in
A brand new age is to begin. Lots of questions without answers
In our house we’re boredom dancers.
Snacking on our Purim treats
Watching shows and then repeats.
Missing hanging with our friends
The day begins and then it ends.
But thankful that we all feel good
And praying for our neighborhood!
Hashem should make this time go fast
And soon it will be in the past.
We’ll bond together and make things fun
And soon be hugging everyone.
By: Anonymous young family member of one of our members
