Shall I compare thee to

I feel as if I should have some great inspiring words to share during this dark time, or perhaps some funny anecdote to make you laugh.

But I do not.

My life has become one that my forbears would recognize right away.

Everyday I get up and do the same things until I go to sleep at night. I do not see anyone except the geese that fly over, or the occasional squirrel that sticks his nose out to see if winter is really over.

My great great grandparents and relatives lived this way on their farms, except:

They were surrounded by large numbers of their children and they never even dreamed that one day there would be lights that came on with the flip of a finger. Lights that did not have to be refilled, or cleaned of soot everyday.

The idea that they might be able to speak to someone not in the same room, or general area they were in never occurred to them.

The possibility that words they wrote would be read seconds after they were sent to someone would have blown their minds.

Believing that food could be kept cold in a box in their house on the hottest day of the year would have felt foolish to them.

Listening to music played by people far far away might have felt like a dream and the possibility of watching plays in their front room, a fantasy beyond comprehension.

On the worst day of quarrantine, my life is still better than theirs was who had already buried babies because of measles, mumps, dysentery, and pyloric stenosis.

Staying home is not as hard as it seems when compared to some things.