A poem by Allyson Daleb
Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
They say to shut our doors.
They tell us not to leave.
Trapped in these walls and floors.
We are more lonely than you can believe.
But don’t you worry they say, you’ll feel the sunshine soon.
We feel defeat,
Defeat from a virus,
That we just can’t beat.
But don’t you worry they say, you’ll feel the sunshine soon.
You are essential they say.
You must go to work.
Wear a mask every day.
Don’t touch your face.
Wash your hands to keep the germs away.
They’re on the front lines.
Helping our nation.
And all they do to stop their whines.
Is say don’t you worry, you’ll feel the sunshine soon.
People are dying.
Families torn apart.
There aren’t enough ventilators for poor Uncle Bart.
On his death bed he is lying,
Without a hand to hold.
They said the family must stay at home crying.
But don’t you worry they say, you’ll feel the sunshine soon.
The economy’s future is unclear.
Susie lost her job.
She has three kids to rear.
She sits at home wallowing in fear,
Fear that her next paycheck may never come.
And if it doesn’t,
Where will their next meal come from?
She feels defeat
And she is scared because